All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The moon was rising slowly into the dark sky, a glowing force suspended in a sea of stars. Its pale silver light spilled across the estate grounds, turning the white stones of the courtyard to shimmering glass and outlining the edges of the roses in the garden like they had been kissed by frost. The night slated for the duel between Eugene and Desmond was truly beautiful, a clever irony to the ugliness that was going to happen very soon on sacred grounds. Inside the Wast Wing of the mansion, soft light spilled from under the crack of Becca’s bedroom door. “Hold still,” Mira muttered, tugging at the ties of Becca’s ceremonial robe. “You’re fidgeting like you’re going into the ring yourself.” Becca released a nervous breath. “Maybe I should. At least then I would feel useful" Becca said and her frustration was obvious in her voice. She had been told that she wouldn't be the healer on standby during the duration of the duel and although there were other trained healers, she still

The sacred grounds had never looked more alive. Under the glowing moonlight, it shimmered like silver dust had been sprinkled over every blade of grass. Tall torches burned steadily on either side of the circular arena, casting long shadows of the werewolf elders standing in their dark ceremonial robes, their silver medallions catching the flickering flames. Tonight wasn’t just another ceremonial duel—it was the duel. The one that could determine the future of the leadership line, and perhaps more importantly, the balance of power. Murmurs drifted like smoke through the heavy night air as the crowd gathered—pack members from across the regions, warriors in polished armor, apprentices with hopeful eyes, and nobles wearing furs and insignias from their clans. The high bleachers creaked under the weight of bodies and expectation. Kaelyn sat stiffly on one of the stone benches arranged in a semi-circle around the sacred grounds. Her hands were clenched tightly in her lap, her nails

The night was heavier than usual. Even the air carried an anxious silence, thick and oppressive, like the mansion itself was holding its breath, listening, watching, waiting. Kaelyn’s pulse thundered in her ears as she darted through the dim corridors, her cloak whipping behind her like a trail of smoke. Every echoing footstep felt like a countdown, every flickering torch along the stone walls another tick of a clock that was running out. Her breath came in shallow gasps, her body fueled not by strength but by urgency, panic—and something else she refused to name. The words she had overheard moments earlier near the eastern barracks still echoed in her mind. She hadn’t meant to be there. She had only gone outside to see Eugene before the duel. But the moon Goddess had led her to that dark alcove just in time to hear treason whispered like venom in the shadows. She was happy she had let her desire to see Eugene take over and made her leave her seat at the sacred grounds just in t

The sacred grounds echoed with wild applause and thunderous cheers as Alpha Eugene appeared, tall and commanding, dressed in ceremonial black with silver threads glinting beneath the torches. He walked with power and quiet confidence, Max just a few steps behind, equally intimidating in his own way. They were both symbols of strength, honor, and fear—and tonight, of expectation. Kyra sat stiffly in her seat amongst the honored guests, her hands clutched tightly in her lap. Her nails were digging into the soft flesh of her palms, but she couldn’t unclench. Her eyes scanned the crowd anxiously. The roaring crowd around her was a blur of excited faces, but her attention was focused elsewhere. Kaelyn wasn’t back and it had been far too long. This was very much unlike her and Kyra couldn't help but become anxious every minute that passed. Eugene being here also heightened her worries because Kaelyn had left to see Eugene one more time but the fact that Eugene was here and Kaelyn w

The cold, damp air of the dungeon clung to Kaelyn’s skin like a second, suffocating layer. She huddled in the farthest corner of the cell, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees. She had been down here for what felt like hours, but in reality, it had only been several minutes since the guards had thrown her in. She had been so close, so painfully close to warning Eugene. Her fingers dug into her arms as she stared blankly at the rough stone wall in front of her, her thoughts a chaotic storm of fear and regret. Her voice was hoarse from screaming earlier, her throat raw from shouting Eugene’s name into the void. The image of Eugene walking unknowingly into Desmond’s trap tormented her mind. "Eugene… please be okay. You’re strong. You’re stronger than anyone I know. You can’t be killed by a few hidden guards. Please… fight back. Stay alive." A shiver ran down her spine, and Kaelyn leaned back against the cold stone wall, closing her eyes briefly. The silence around her