All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 311 - Chapter 320

The torches along the wall flickered, casting restless shadows across the bruised and battered figure tied to a chair in the center of the room. Jack sat there, wrists bound behind the wooden frame, two guards holding his shoulders down as if he might spring up at any moment. His shirt clung to his body, torn in places, blood staining the fabric from the blows he had taken already. Still, he stared ahead as though daring the world to break him. Max stood in front of him, tall and unforgiving. His jaw was clenched tight, his expression hard as stone. The second-in-command of Alpha Eugene’s was not known for mercy, and today, his patience had been worn thin. “You’re lying to me, Jack,” Max’s voice was sharp, edged with frustration. “I can smell it on you. I can hear it in every word you’re spitting out. Don’t play me for a fool.” Jack’s eyes, dark with exhaustion, still glimmered with that stubborn spark. “I’ve told you the truth over and over. I was in the woods because Becca

Becca pushed open the infirmary door with her shoulder, her arms wrapped firmly around Jack’s trembling frame. Mira held his other side, the two of them guiding his battered body to the nearest bed. “Easy now,” Mira whispered, her voice trembling with both anger and worry. “Just a few more steps, Jack.” Jack stumbled, his breath ragged, his swollen lip splitting open again with the effort. Becca bit down hard on her tongue, fighting the urge to scream in frustration. She had never wanted to drag anyone into her battles, yet here he was, hurt, bloodied, and suffering, because of Max’s suspicions and Eugene’s silence. They reached the cot, and Mira quickly lowered Jack onto the mattress. Sweat gleamed across his brow, his dark hair plastered messily to his face. “I’m fine,” Jack muttered, though his voice cracked under the strain. He tried to push himself upright, his hand trembling as it gripped the edge of the bed. “You don’t need to fuss over me. It looks worse than it is.” M

The infirmary was quiet save for the faint crackle of the lanterns that lined the walls and the rhythmic sound of Jack’s breathing. His chest rose and fell slowly under the blanket that covered him. Becca let out a long breath and sat back on the stool beside the bed. Her fingers ached from hours of tying, wrapping, pressing, and cleaning wounds, but she said nothing. Mira stood opposite her, one hand still resting lightly on Jack’s wrist as though afraid his pulse might fade if she let go. Finally, Mira whispered, her voice trembling despite her attempt to keep it steady. “He’s asleep but he’ll heal.” Becca nodded, though her eyes stayed fixed on Jack’s pale face. “He has to, otherwise all of this…” She trailed off, the memory of Max’s brutality flashing in her mind. As though summoned by her thoughts, two of Becca’s maids slipped quietly into the room. Their skirts brushed softly against the wooden floor as they bowed. “Lady Becca,” one of them said gently, “please allow

The night air in the courtyard was soft and fragrant, carrying with it the earthy scent of freshly watered soil. Becca knelt low, her slender fingers brushing carefully over a group of herbs she intended to pluck. She pinched the stems delicately, sliding them into the basket beside her. Mira was a few feet away, crouched in front of a row of mint leaves. She hummed softly as she picked, her hair spilling over her shoulder. Despite the serenity of the garden, the tension from earlier still lingered from the sting of Seraphina’s mocking words clinging like a shadow neither of them acknowledged. Becca inhaled deeply, closing her eyes for a moment. "Ignore them, focus on the work, Jack needs us." She glanced at the basket and saw the small heap of herbs steadily growing. Soon, Jack’s bandages would be renewed, and his recovery would continue. For a while, silence stretched between them, only the sounds of crickets could be heard, then Becca spoke, her voice soft but deliberate.

When Becca turned back to him, Eugene was studying her intently, his gaze as heavy and assessing as ever. “You look annoyed,” he said after a moment. His eyes swept over her body as if he was studying something more, not only her countenance. “I am,” Becca admitted. “You interrupted my work. Jack needs constant attention, and Mira can only do so much.” Eugene’s lips curved faintly. “I’m aware, but this couldn’t wait.” Becca crossed her arms. “Then I hope it’s worth my time.” That earned a low chuckle from him. “Still defiant as ever. I guess you make it hard to forget how sharp your tongue can be.” “Maybe because you’ve been avoiding me,” she shot back. He raised an eyebrow. “Avoiding you? Hardly. You’ve been the one refusing to listen to my explanations, Becca.” “I’ve been busy,” she said simply. “Busy avoiding me,” he corrected. Becca exhaled through her nose, refusing to engage further. “You said this couldn’t wait. What is it you want, Alpha Eugene?” He studi