All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The late afternoon sun bathed the grand estate of the Blackwood Pack in warm gold, though inside Becca’s heart, a cold, gnawing dread settled in. It was practically impossible for her to sit tight and enjoy the beautiful colours that were plastered in the sky.She had so much more than she wanted fixed in her mind.The events of the chaotic breakfast replayed in her mind like a nightmare she couldn’t wake from — Mira being dragged away, accusations flying, Luna Seraphina’s smug defiance, and Eugene’s torn expression. Every step she took down the long corridor toward the garden felt heavier than the last.It felt like she was on a walk of shame, but without the theull of knowing you had dine a lot of nasty things a few minutes earlier with someone you loved.Her conversation with Eugene had given her an idea of a plan she could use to prevent Mira from being banished from the pack.She knew she had no choice. She would never grovel before Desmond, not after the venom he had spat in

The heavy oak doors of Desmond’s study creaked open, spilling warm golden light from the crystal chandelier across the lavish room. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, and a grand mahogany desk sat at the center, filled with scrolls and papers sealed with blood-red wax.Behind it sat Desmond himself, his broad frame hunched as his sharp eyes scanned over an open document. His dark hair was slicked back today, and his lips curled faintly in satisfaction as he made a final note with the quill.The heavy scent of cigars and alcohol hung in the air, wrapping around the room like a suffocating cloak.Luna Seraphina stepped in with a noticeable sway in her hips, her green silk gown hugging her figure as she walked toward the desk. A smile tugged at the corner of her ruby-painted lips — a smile that only grew wider at the sight of Desmond’s preoccupied expression.Desmond didn’t look up at first, but he noticed the shift in atmosphere. The air practically vibrated with Seraphina’s smug ex

Servants walked past Becca with lowered gazes, and warriors pretended to patrol, all while whispering about what had just happened — about the proud and scheming Luna Seraphina finally tasting her own medicine.Becca stood by the tall marble fountain in the center of the garden, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. The reflection of the moonlight on the water mirrored the faint glint of triumph in her eyes. For once, she had turned the tables. She had made Seraphina squirm, had stripped away the cruel woman’s dignity in front of witnesses. It was a sweet, intoxicating victory.And what surprised Becca even more — though she tried to push the thought away — was how Alpha Eugene had looked at her afterward. Proud. There had been something fierce and approving in his gaze as their eyes met, like for a fleeting moment, he truly saw her, not as a pawn or a liability, but as a Luna worthy of her place."Stop it, Becca," she scolded herself silently, shaking her head. This isn

The morning sun poured lazily through the curtains of Becca’s chamber, the warmth nudging her awake before the light could even fully reach her face. Becca smiled, the memory of yesterday’s public disgrace of Luna Seraphina playing over in her mind like a beautiful, triumphant melody. The look of pure horror on Seraphina’s face, the crowd’s murmurs, and the way Alpha Eugene had looked at her with unmistakable pride—she hugged herself at the thought, only to snap out of it immediately."No, Becca… don’t be foolish. Don’t start hoping for things you know can’t be" She shook her head and slid out of bed, her feet hitting the cool floor. Today wasn’t a day for foolish daydreams. It was a day to finish what had been started.She dressed quickly and tied her hair back with a simple ribbon. As she turned to leave, a soft knock came at the door.“It’s open,” Becca called, fastening the last clasp on her sleeve.Mira stepped inside, looking fresher than Becca had seen her in days. Her face

The hallways of the mansion were unusually quiet, except for the faint sound of Mira’s soft footsteps. She carried a basket of laundry, the familiar weight pressing against her side as she walked toward the washroom. Her mind, however, was elsewhere. Thoughts of the poor maid who was about to be executed for Luna Seraphina’s crime plagued her thoughts, filling her with guilt and sorrow.So lost was she in these dark thoughts that she didn't notice the figure coming toward her until it was too late. The collision was sudden, her body crashing into a broad chest, and the basket of laundry flew from her hands, clothes scattering across the polished stone floor."Oh!" Mira exclaimed, flustered, as she scrambled to retrieve the fallen clothes. "I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention."A low chuckle met her ears, warm and familiar. "I should be the one apologizing," the voice said. Mira’s gaze flicked upward, meeting the kind, dark eyes of Jack. The sight of him brought an unexpecte