Semua Bab The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Bab 231 - Bab 240

The smell of crushed herbs and boiling water hung in the air like a heavy fog, curling around Alpha Desmond’s senses and dragging him reluctantly toward consciousness. The first thing he became aware of was the muted flicker of torchlight through his eyelids. The second was the sickly-sweet scent of medicinal salves clinging stubbornly to his skin. And then—touch. Soft, delicate fingers pressing a damp cloth to his forehead. His eyes snapped open. White-painted beams arched above him, the ceiling of the Royal Infirmary, lit in warm tones that clashed with the chill in his chest. He blinked twice, trying to gather his thoughts, but what met his gaze made his lips curl in disgust. Two of Becca’s maids hovered at his bedside, their wrists adorned with the signature gold bracelets that marked them as her personal attendants. One was adjusting the blanket over his chest; the other leaned in to wipe at a smear of dried blood on his arm. Desmond’s pulse spiked. “Get. Your. Hands.

The first sensation Alpha Eugene felt as he drifted back into consciousness was a deep heaviness pressing on his chest, as if something was weighing him down. His head throbbed faintly, a dull reminder of battle. The world returned to him slowly—first in scattered fragments, then in heavy waves that forced his eyes open. Why am I here? His mind scrambled for an answer. And then, his memory came flooding back. The fight that had ended with Eugene knocking Desmond to the ground before the pain became unbearable. He remembered the way his legs had faltered, how his lungs had struggled for air, and then everything dissolved into darkness. He froze, his hand moving instinctively to his side. His fingers brushed over smooth, healed skin where there should have been agony and torn flesh. It had to be Becca. She must have dragged him here. She must have healed him. He exhaled slowly, trying to piece it all together. But a soft sound drew his attention. Turning his head, Eugene fi

The infirmary smelled faintly of herbs and soap, a mix of lavender and antiseptic oils that Becca had grown accustomed to these past few weeks. Sunlight filtered in through the narrow glass windows, soft golden beams falling over the row of neatly lined beds. The room was far quieter than the courtyard or the training grounds. Mira’s laughter broke the silence as she wrestled with a stubborn sheet, trying to stretch it evenly over a mattress. Her hair was tied back in a loose braid, wisps framing her flushed face from all her effort. “By the goddess, who tucks sheets this tightly?” Mira puffed, standing upright with her fists on her hips. “Apparently you don’t,” Becca teased lightly, a small smirk tugging at her lips. She was standing by the farthest bed, directing two maids who carefully folded the old linens into a basket. “If you don’t pull hard enough, the patients will twist them into a mess by the first night.” “I’m pulling,” Mira retorted, exaggerating her strength as

The sterile air of the infirmary was filled with a chilling sound—a growl so deep and primal that it shook the very walls of the Blackwood estate. Becca froze mid-step, her breath hitching in her throat. She had heard that sound before. Before anyone could comprehend the impossibility of it, Alpha Eugene was off the bed, moving with a swiftness that blurred the air. His hand closed around Ava’s throat, lifting her effortlessly off her feet, slamming her against the infirmary wall. Ava’s feet dangled helplessly. Her nails clawed at his wrist, her lips parting as she gasped for oxygen. Mira, Becca, and the two other maids who had been fussing around the infirmary screamed. Their eyes widened in shock at the Alpha’s sudden wake and violent assault. Becca’s heart beat loudly in her ears. "No… it can’t be…" her eyes widened in shock. The sound of Ava’s desperate gasp.for air filled the room. Eugene’s grip tightened, his face a terrifying mask of fury. “What,” he snarled, his voi

The room was still vibrating with the echoes of Eugene’s snarl when silence suddenly fell, as if the very air itself had been stunned into submission. His chest heaved violently, his wolf still prowling inside him like a beast clawing against a cage, but the tension that had once rattled the infirmary walls had dissolved into something quieter. Becca’s lips lingered against his for a heartbeat too long, the taste of the elixir still burning on her tongue. Her body trembled—not from fear, but from the sheer gravity of what she had just done. Her pulse thundered in her ears, her heart beating like it wanted to claw out of her chest. When she pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected them before breaking, and Eugene’s wild eyes blinked, flickering with confusion and clarity. The storm had stilled. Eugene’s claws retracted, his wolf’s growl breaking off into a ragged gasp. His gaze softened from feral madness to stunned awareness. “I…” His voice cracked, rough and low. He