Semua Bab The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Bab 171 - Bab 180

The soft rustle of leaves overhead danced with the whisper of the night wind, brushing against Kaelyn's skin like a fleeting memory. The glow from the garden lanterns lit the stone path leading up to the bench, casting silver shadows across the roses and trimmed hedges. Crickets sang somewhere deep in the undergrowth, their chorus weaving into the distant howl of a wolf from the far-off woods.Kaelyn stood frozen, her fingers curled tight against the side of her blanket as she stared at Eugene. He was still seated on the wooden bench, his back straight, one hand draped casually over the backrest, while the other clenched tightly into a fist on his lap. Beside him, Becca stood in the garden’s soft glow, looking anything but casual. Her jaw was clenched, her arms crossed over her chest like a barrier she didn't want anyone to breach.Becca's gaze shifted from Eugene to Kaelyn, and for a split second, her eyes widened. She hadn’t meant to say her name. The moment it had slipped out

The golden rays of morning filtered softly through the sheer curtains in Becca’s room, casting delicate patterns on the polished mahogany floor. A subtle floral scent drifted from a nearby vase of blooming white lilacs, giving the room a serene, almost dreamlike atmosphere. But Becca’s mind was anything but serene.She sat on the edge of her plush cream-colored chaise lounge, arms folded, lost in thought. Her fingers occasionally brushed over her lips, absent-mindedly, as if trying to erase the memory of a kiss—or worse, trying to relive it.Mira bustled into the room with the kind of energy only she could maintain before brunch."Becca! Come on, we have less than an hour!" Mira called out, already halfway into Becca's large walk-in closet. The closet doors creaked open, revealing racks of exquisite gowns and designer pieces, most of them barely touched. Mira hummed a cheerful tune as her fingers danced over silk, lace, and velvet. “Councillor Hadrian doesn’t just invite people to b

The carriage rocked gently over the uneven cobblestone path, the rhythmic clatter of hooves striking the earth creating a soft, steady beat beneath the silence that hung heavily in the air. The four passengers inside said little, the weight of the past few days thick between them like a fog that refused to lift. Outside the window, the world rolled by in vibrant bursts of life. Fields of wildflowers stretched endlessly along the countryside—violet asters, golden sunbursts, and soft white snowdrops swayed in the breeze. The scent of lilac drifted in faintly through the small, open carriage window, but even that sweetness couldn’t seem to chase away the shadow that lingered in each of their expressions. They had all accepted Councillor Hadrian’s unexpected invitation to brunch out of a shared sense of trust but they were still wary. Inside the carriage, that unease clung to the air like mist—present, suffocating, impossible to ignore. Max was the first to break the silence, a s

The brunch in the greenhouse had begun with the sweet scent of blooming gardenias and the faint murmur of honeybees outside the tall glass walls. The long table was adorned with crystal pitchers of citrus water, fresh fruit in golden bowls, and silver trays of assorted baked goods—soft, warm, and dusted with powdered sugar. But none of that mattered now. The air had shifted. Alpha Desmond’s sharp eyes bore into Councillor Hadrian’s with incredulous disdain. Seraphina sat beside him, her hands clenched into her very expensive dress, her lips pursed into a tight, cold line. Across the table, Eugene remained a picture of composure, his back straight, shoulders relaxed, and his fingers lazily trailing the rim of his glass of red wine. Becca sat beside him, quiet, her fingers clasped politely in her lap, but her dark eyes roved over everyone at the table with sharp alertness. Hadrian sipped calmly from a porcelain teacup painted with violets. “The Blackwood Pack Wolf Council has th

The morning sun filtered softly through the glass ceiling of Councillor Hadrian’s grand greenhouse, casting warm, dappled light across the lavish spread laid on the long obsidian brunch table. Exotic plants lined every corner, their vibrant colors and heady scents creating a serene contrast to the tension simmering beneath every word spoken. Birds fluttered behind the glass walls, their chirps muffled beneath the weight of rising emotions. Councillor Hadrian leaned back in his ornate seat carved from ancient oak, his hands clasped over his lap as he listened, expression calm but watchful. At the side of the table, Seraphina smiled to herself now that she was finally given the opportunity to destroy Becca and Eugene's credibility without having to put in too much work. "Councillor Hadrian," she said, her voice soft yet clear, "I realize my earlier words sounded blunt, but I stand by them. The relationship between Alpha Eugene and Becca is not what it appears to be." Becca’s han