All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

The air shifted sharply as Max tightened his pace. He didn’t even bother glancing back at Kaelyn; her footsteps were already lagging behind him, lighter, more uneven, but determined. His chest rose and fell with urgency, not because of exertion, but because of the icy prickle still curling at the edges of his instincts. A couple of minutes ago, Alpha Eugene’s aura had spiked and then gone still again, too still. The calm after a storm always worried him more than the storm itself. “Max—wait!” Kaelyn’s voice came, strained as she tried to match his speed. He ignored her once, then again, until she finally pressed, “What’s going on? What did you sense?” He exhaled, jaw flexing. “It was Eugene. His aura. It surged out of nowhere, then cut off. That kind of spike doesn’t happen unless he’s battling with something—or someone. I need to check on him. You shouldn’t be here. This doesn't concern you.” She squared her shoulders, her hair dampened with sweat from the chase. Her voice

The silence in Becca’s favorite chamber thickened until it felt like the walls themselves were pressing inward. It was a silence that was not empty but full of raw emotions, unspoken truths, and the sting of betrayal that clung to every soul present. Kaelyn’s voice had been soft, almost trembling when she admitted it, yet the impact was like a thunderclap. “I have feelings for Alpha Eugene.” Those words hung in the air, echoing, heavy enough to splinter something fragile between them all. Becca’s books had slipped from her hands the moment she heard them. The soft thud of pages hitting the floor had sounded louder than any war drum to her ears. Eugene stood frozen where he was, his usually steady posture betrayed by the faint clench of his jaw. Max’s eyes flicked nervously between everyone, while Jack remained unreadable—too composed, too still—as if waiting for the dust of the confession to settle before choosing where to stand. Mira was the first to move, though only slight

The next day in the grand mansion carried a different kind of air, one that was deceptively calm compared to the storms that had raged within its walls yesterday. Seraphina woke with a brightness that could not be dimmed, a smug kind of joy that only she could savor. To any outsider, it would look like she had been kissed by fortune in her sleep. In reality, her happiness came from something far less beautiful. Seraphina's maid had reported that after Seraphina and the others had left, there had been a quarrel. Becca and Eugene—at odds, voices raised. And then Kaelyn, had stepped forward and confessed her love to Alpha Eugene. The thought of it still made Seraphina’s chest bubble with delight. Kaelyn’s betrayal, Becca’s humiliation, Eugene’s entanglement—it was everything she could have wished for and more. It was a dagger twisted right into Becca’s pride, and Seraphina was already sharpening her tongue to use it. By late afternoon, unable to keep her joy contained, Seraphina m

The kitchen was quiet, save for the soft clinking of plates and the faint aroma of warm bread and honey drifting in the air. Mira hummed under her breath as she carefully arranged the snacks on a tray—small fruit tarts, slices of spiced bread, and a cup of warm herbal tea that always seemed to ease Becca’s nerves. She had gone out of her way today, more than usual, making the food by hand instead of leaving it to the maids. She wanted it to mean something. She wanted Becca to feel… cared for. Mira tightened her grip on the tray as she thought about Kaelyn’s confession. "If I had said something, maybe Becca could have braced herself. Maybe it wouldn’t have felt like such a betrayal" Mira said to herself. The sound of footsteps broke into her thoughts. Heavy, steady, with the faint squeak of boots against the polished floor. When she looked up, she nearly dropped the tray. Jack. He walked into the kitchen with his hair was damp with sweat, sticking slightly to his forehead, and

The sunlight was lazy this afternoon, spilling through the tall windows of Becca’s chamber in gold threads. Alpha Eugene sat at the edge of Becca’s bed, tall and tense, his shoulders rigid beneath his dark shirt. His eyes, usually calm but always alert, were fixed on her, though not with his usual warmth. There was something heavier there, something pained. Becca stood a few feet away, her back to him, pretending to be busy straightening the folds of her bedsheet, though she had already done it twice. Her fingers trembled against the fabric, betraying the calm tone she forced into her voice. “You heard me, Eugene,” she said, her tone clipped. “Tonight. We should consummate our bond tonight.” The words hung in the air like a sword, sharp and unforgiving. Eugene inhaled slowly, willing his voice to remain steady. “Becca…” he said softly, though there was a growl buried underneath. “Do you even hear yourself?” She turned then, facing him. Her eyes, so often fiery and defiant,