Semua Bab The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Bab 201 - Bab 210

The hallway was unnaturally quiet, a hush that pressed against Kaelyn’s ears like the calm before a deadly storm. She moved slowly, each step hesitant but deliberate, her fingers grazing along the stone wall as if to anchor herself. Eugene’s duel with Desmond was maybe hours away or more. Nobody knew, but though the tension in the pack house had thickened like choking smoke, Kaelyn found herself drawn toward him. Her heart thundered with a rhythm that was far too fast, too wild for someone who had no place in werewolf politics. But her gut wouldn't let her rest. Something felt off. Desmond was cunning—she had seen it in his eyes, in the sly curl of his mouth whenever he spoke. If anyone could twist the rules to win, it was him. And Eugene… stubborn, proud, honorable Eugene—he would never see it coming. She reached the door. A warm glow seeped from beneath it. She hesitated, hand hovering near the polished brass handle, her breath catching in her throat. Maybe she was overs

The silence in the room was heavier than usual. Eugene stood by the large arched window in his room, one hand resting against the wooden frame, the other clenched into a fist at his side. The moon hadn’t risen yet, but the sky was already darkening, shadows stretching long across the forest. A storm was quietly brewing—not just in the sky, but in his mind. Behind him, Kaelyn stood awkwardly near the foot of his bed, her eyes fixed on his back. The tension between them was thick with everything she had confessed to him just a few moments ago. He had tried to shut it out, tried to bury the words deep beneath the more urgent matters at hand—the upcoming duel, the challenge of Desmond, the burden of proving himself worthy to be Alpha King. But Kaelyn’s words clawed their way back up every time his mind slowed for a moment. He didn’t love her. That much was clear. But her feelings, raw and unfiltered, had caught him off-guard. And now, standing here with her just feet away, he f

The air the next morning was unusually still. Golden sunlight filtered through the tall, arched windows of the Luna’s chambers, casting long stripes across the stone floor and soft carpets. Outside, birds chirped cautiously, as if they too could feel the tension that hung over the entire pack like a brewing storm. Becca stood by the window, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She hadn't said much since last night, not when the announcement echoed across the pack grounds that the duel between Alpha Eugene and Alpha Desmond was to be held tonight, not in a week, tonight, under the moon, on the sacred grounds. Her silence wasn’t just worry. It was disbelief. She had expected someone—anyone—to come to their senses. But no one had. Especially not Eugene. Behind her, Mira moved quietly, folding fresh linens and organizing small glass vials of herbs and powdered mixtures on a silver tray. The Luna's chambers had slowly been converted into a mini-infirmary this morning due t

Becca sat on the velvet-cushioned stool in front of the ornate mirror, her fingers absentmindedly twisting a corner of her silk robe. Mira stood behind her, hands gentle but purposeful as she secured the delicate silver clasps on the gown draped around Becca’s frame. The dress was elegant—modest, yet regal, designed to flow like liquid moonlight with every step. It was the kind of gown befitting a Luna, the kind that shimmered faintly in the right light and kissed the skin with weightless silk. “You look radiant,” Mira said softly, brushing a few loose strands of Becca’s dark hair into place. “He won’t be able to take his eyes off you.” Becca managed a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Mira caught it. She always did. “You’re thinking about the duel,” Mira said gently, her voice not accusing but inviting. Becca flinched, her fingers clenching the edge of the stool for a moment before releasing. “I’m not,” she lied unconvincingly. “You are.” “I’m just trying not to

The heavy doors of the grand dining hall groaned as Desmond and Seraphina stepped out into the sprawling corridor of the Blackwood mansion. The air was cool and still, a stark contrast to the thick tension that had clung to the lunch table they had just left behind. Desmond’s boots echoed down the hallway, slow and deliberate, while Seraphina walked beside him in her elegant heels, her long beautiful gown trailing behind like a shadow of fire. Neither of them spoke at first. They didn’t need to. The smug smirks on their faces said it all. Then, Desmond let out a scoff and tilted his head slightly toward Seraphina. “Did you see Eugene’s face when we walked in?” he asked in mockery. Seraphina laughed, low and rich, as she replayed the moment in her head. “I thought his fork was going to snap in half. Poor little Alpha thought he was having a sentimental lunch with his loyal little group of misfits.” Desmond chuckled darkly. “Max looked like she had swallowed a thorn. Mira cou