Semua Bab The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Bab 331 - Bab 340

The morning light cut through the heavy drapes of the Alpha’s chambers, piercing straight into Eugene’s skull like sharpened blades. He stirred, groaning softly, his hand pressing against his temple as a deep headache pulsed behind his eyes. The world around him was a blur and he wasn’t sure what time it was, or how he had gotten here. A grunt escaped his throat as he sat up. His sheets were tangled, his head pounding, and his mouth dry. The scent of old wine and his own cologne lingered in the air, faint, bitter, and unfamiliar. He blinked several times, willing his senses to sharpen. “What the hell happened last night…” he muttered, rubbing his forehead. The last thing he remembered was sitting in his study with Max. They had opened a bottle of wine and talked about the pack. After that, he didn’t remember anything. Just a blur of laughter, clinking glasses, and darkness. He tried to stand but the moment his feet touched the floor, the room tilted again. His knees buckl

The scent of crushed herbs filled the air, sharp and bitter, as Becca stirred the thick green mixture in a small bowl. The infirmary was quiet except for the constant sound of the pestle against stone and the faint rustle of linen curtains swaying in the cool afternoon breeze. Sunlight entered into the room through the windows, casting long golden bars across the floor where jars of dried leaves and roots lined the wooden shelves. Mira sat nearby, carefully sorting bundles of sage and thyme, her delicate fingers moving with practiced ease, but Becca’s hands trembled slightly. Her eyes were unfocused as she ground the herbs, her mind miles away. The memory of last night, Desmond’s voice in the subtle darkness, his unwanted presence in her room, pressed at the edges of her thoughts like a bruise she didn’t want to touch. She shook her head as if that would help but it was useless effort. “Becca,” Mira’s soft voice cut through the silence. “You’ve been grinding that same batch fo

The halls were quiet, save for the faint hum of insects and the rhythmic tap of Becca’s boots against the marble floor. She carried a small tray in her hands which was a cup steaming faintly, filled with the herbal concoction she had worked on all day.Her steps were steady, but her mind was far from calm.The events of the past twenty-four hours had left her thoughts tangled, still, she had a duty.She reached Alpha Eugene’s chambers and paused before the tall oak doors, balancing the tray carefully as she knocked twice.“Come in,” came Eugene’s familiar voice.Becca pushed the door open gently. The room was softly lit by the glow of a fireplace, casting gold light across the space. Eugene sat on the edge of his bed, dressed in a loose white shirt, his dark hair slightly damp from a recent wash. “I thought you would be asleep by now,” he said, smiling faintly as she entered.“I’ll sleep when I’m certain you’ve fully recovered,” Becca replied, setting the tray on the nightstand bes

Max stood in the shadows, pressed close to the stone pillar just beyond Becca’s door. His arms were folded, one shoulder leaning lazily against the wall.He had been there for nearly an hour, his senses sharp, watching for anything unusual or anyone foolish enough to come close to the chambers.As the night grew older, his vigilance was losing its sharp edge, replaced by the quiet hum of thoughts that refused to leave him.Mira.He hadn’t seen her since their dinner and he found himself missing her.He had apologized to Jack earlier that day but he hadn’t told Mira.And she hadn’t looked at him properly since the incident.He sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. The faint sound of footsteps approached.He didn’t have to look to know it was her.Mira turned the corner, carrying a small basket filled with folded linens and herbs. Her dark curls framed her face, and a few strands slipped free as she moved.Max’s pulse stumbled.He watched silently as she entered Becca’s chamb

Jack moved through the hallway with measured steps.He had barely slept the night before. The conversation in Becca’s chambers had left him restless. He needed to know if Desmond was truly planning something that could endanger Eugene or the entire pack, he couldn’t stand by and do nothing.He passed the open courtyard and moved toward the northern wing of the mansion. He took a deep breath, his pulse steadying but as he neared the grand stairway, the soft sound of heels clicked behind him.“Jack,”Jack froze. He didn’t have to turn to know who it was.He turned slowly, his expression neutral and respectful. “Luna Seraphina.”She stood several paces behind him, the morning sun spilling through a high window, resting on her hair.“I didn’t expect to see you up this early,” she said, stepping closer. “You seem… troubled.”Jack inclined his head. “I was heading to the Desmond’s chambers. There are matters that need to be discussed.”Seraphina’s lips curved into a smile that didn’t re