Semua Bab The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Bab 161 - Bab 170

Lila’s hands trembled as she slipped out of the grand double doors of Desmond’s wing. The polished marble floors glistened under the afternoon light streaming through tall arched windows, but all she felt was the cold echo of Desmond’s words still reverberating in her ears."I can’t keep this to myself," she told herself, clutching her maid’s apron so tightly her knuckles whitened. Each step felt heavy with dread, but the thought of Becca’s kind smile and Alpha Eugene’s fair leadership pushed her forward. She had overheard Desmond and Luna Seraphina whispering in the study just an hour ago—plans to hire rogue wolves to attack Alpha Eugene and Becca, his beloved mate. The words had been hushed, but unmistakable.Lila’s stomach had twisted painfully then, and it still did now. She hurried down the long corridor, passing the portraits of past Alphas and Lunas staring down with regal indifference. Her old shoes barely made a sound on the expensive rugs as she navigated the long hall

The late afternoon sun began its slow descent beyond the treetops, painting the sky in shades of rose and amber. In the upper wing of the grand mansion, Becca stood shrouded in shadow behind a tall window draped with heavy crimson curtains. She had intended to take a moment for herself, to gather her thoughts, to remind herself of the resolution she had made countless times these past weeks—that she was done with Alpha Eugene, that the fracture in their bond was irreparable.But the soft sounds of laughter from the courtyard below pulled her in like a magnet. She had told herself she wouldn’t look. She had promised herself she didn’t care. And yet… here she stood, her knuckles white around the edge of the curtain as she watched Eugene and Kaelyn by the pool.The two were sitting so close their shoulders almost touched. Eugene’s head was thrown back in laughter, the sound carrying up to Becca’s window like a ghost. Kaelyn’s hair tumbled over her shoulder, glinting gold in the sun a

The body of Lila was brought back just before the sun reached its peak.Eugene sat on a wooden bench outside the room, eyes closed, fists balled in his lap. He hadn’t spoken much since Becca’s outburst in the infirmary. Now, with the weight of death and insult heavy on his chest, he found himself wrapped in a silence that pulsed like a second heartbeat.Max stood nearby, arms folded.“I’ve assigned guards to every gate,” he said, breaking the silence. “And doubled patrols inside the estate. No one gets in or out without your clearance.”Eugene opened his eyes slowly. “Good.”Max studied him for a moment. “You think this was an inside job?”Eugene’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know what to think yet. But someone wanted that girl dead—and they made sure she suffered.”Before Max could respond, the door to the room opened, and Becca emerged. Her face was calm, but her eyes were dimmed with grief.“She was strangled,” Becca said, her voice low. “There are bruises on her wrists and ankles.

The hallway was still, too still. It was the kind of stillness that screamed of things left unsaid, of danger hiding in plain sight. A cold, unnatural silence clung to the walls, broken only by the faint echo of departing footsteps. Jack stood there, his shoulders tensed, breath uneven. His once-crisp formal attire was now rumpled, a cruel reminder of the violent encounter he had just endured. The impact of Desmond's shove had left more than just wrinkles on his clothes—his pride, his control, and most importantly, his ability to hide the truth, were all unraveling fast.Across the hallway, Mira stood motionless, her eyes wide with disbelief. Her gaze was locked onto Jack, her lips slightly parted as if the words were there, waiting to fall. The disbelief in her expression was like a sharp blade pressed gently to his chest. Jack knew that if she asked the wrong question, if she had heard even a fragment of what Desmond said, her life would no longer be safe. And right now, Jack

The moon had climbed high, casting silver light over the garden like a blessing and a curse. The night whispered through the leaves, brushing soft fingers of wind against Becca's arms as she sat beside Eugene on the bench. They sat side by side, close enough that the edges of their clothes brushed, close enough to feel each other's warmth. Becca's breath slowed. Her heart thudded like war drums in her chest. Eugene's hand was resting beside hers, just a twitch away from touching. Her gaze flicked up to meet his. His eyes, stormy and full of something she couldn’t name, met hers with the kind of intensity that made her forget to blink.He leaned closer. Slowly. Gently. Like he was afraid she might disappear if he moved too fast. His face came into sharper focus as the distance between them melted away. His lips hovered near hers, warm breath ghosting over her mouth.They were a heartbeat apart.She wanted to kiss him. Goddess, she wanted to. Her body was screaming for it, remember