The Rejected Omega's Redemption 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 321 - 챕터 330

The clang of steel echoed across the training grounds.Morning sunlight filtered through the thin veil of fog that still clung to the earth, glinting off blades, sweat, and the steady rhythm of motion. The air was thick with the smell of earth and iron, and the shouts of warriors sparring filled the air.Alpha Eugene stood in the center ring, bare-chested beneath the soft warmth of dawn, his body filled with restrained power. Every muscle, every movement, had been trained to command attention, yet today, his eyes were distant.His opponent, Max, circled him in silence, waiting for a sign that Eugene was present, really present, and not just going through the motions.Max’s voice broke the hum of morning practice. “You’re slower than usual today, Eugene” he said as he studied his Alpha. Eugene exhaled, a faint smile ghosting across his lips as he allowed his claws to be more obvious under the light. He wanted to keep his mind here instead of wandering. “Maybe I’m giving you a cha

The infirmary was quiet, except for the faint rustle of linens as Becca adjusted a tray of bandages beside one of the beds.Jack was sitting up on the bed nearest the wall, his chest bare and faintly marked by pale scars that traced where deep wounds had once been. Mira stood beside him, her dark curls tied back with a strip of white cloth, her expression a mix of concentration and curiosity as she examined the healing marks across his ribs.“You shouldn’t be moving around too much,” she said, her voice gentle but steady. “Just because the wounds look healed doesn’t mean your body’s ready to go sparring again.”Jack smiled faintly, his tone teasing. “You’re saying that as if you’ll be the one to stop me.”Becca rolled her eyes, but the corners of her mouth lifted despite herself. “I don’t have to stop you, Jack. The healers will if you collapse again.”Mira chuckled softly at that, adjusting the bandage one last time before stepping back.Jack tilted his head, watching her with amu

The soft rustle of silk filled the air as Mira fastened the last golden ornament on Becca’s gown. The scent of jasmine oil lingered in the room, light and comforting, but it did little to settle the storm inside Becca’s chest.“Hold still,” Mira murmured, smoothing the folds of the gown and stepping back to admire her handiwork. “You look... absolutely breathtaking. Alpha Eugene won’t be able to take his eyes off you.”Becca gave a soft, humorless laugh. “That’s not really what I’m going for tonight.”Mira caught the tone and sighed. “You’ve been quiet all evening. What’s on your mind?”Becca hesitated, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. She watched her reflection in the tall mirror.The image staring back at her didn’t look like the Luna everyone expected her to be.“Councillor Hadrian came by earlier,” she said finally.Mira paused mid-motion, curiosity flickering across her face. “What did he want?”Becca’s shoulders slumped slightly. “He came to check on me. To

Desmond stepped into Becca’s room with terrifying grace. His eyes, cold and glinting were fixed on her.“Still afraid of the dark, Becca?” he asked softly. His voice slid through the air like smoke, low and deliberate.Becca’s heartbeat thundered in her chest. “What are you doing here?”Desmond tilted his head, smiling faintly. “That’s not a very welcoming tone.”“Get out,” she said firmly, though her voice trembled. “Now.”He laughed quietly, taking another step closer. “So this is how the great Luna of Alpha Eugene greets her guests. I must say, I’m disappointed.”Becca’s nails bit into her palms. “You’re not a guest, you’re trespassing.”“Call it what you want,” he murmured, circling the edge of the room, his gaze roaming.Her breath hitched when he turned toward her again, the faint moonlight catching the hard lines of his face. “I asked you a question,” she said again, forcing strength into her tone. “Why are you here?”Desmond’s smile widened. “Because my maids have been t

Becca’s back hit the wooden door with a muffled thud as Desmond’s mouth crashed against hers, rough, forceful and unwanted. His hand gripped her wrist, the other curling against her neck as he tried to deepen the kiss she didn’t want. The taste of wine and arrogance filled her mouth, and her stomach twisted in disgust.She gasped, pushing against his chest. “Desmond— stop!”He ignored her, his lips dragging down her jaw, his breath hot and heavy against her skin. Panic shot through her chest, sharp and cold. She twisted her head away, shoving harder this time, her palms slamming into his chest with enough force to make him stagger back a step.The sound of her palm meeting his face echoed in the room and Desmond froze.The left side of his face reddened instantly where she had slapped him. His eyes flared with fury.“Don’t you ever—” Becca began, her voice shaking but he cut her off.“Ever what?” Desmond hissed, his lips curling into a vicious smirk. “Slap me again? You’ve got so