บททั้งหมดของ The Rejected Omega's Redemption : บทที่ 351 - บทที่ 360

The silence that followed Desmond’s final step was deep, so deep it seemed to swallow the world whole and the servants retreated to whisper in the shadows. Brian sat in the pool of torchlight, half-naked beneath the blood-stained bandages that bound his ribs. The flickering light threw sharp shadows across his face, revealing a faint, knowing smile. Desmond stopped before him, his hands clasped behind his back. His eyes, cold and calculating, moved over the man who had made his victory possible. For a moment, neither spoke but just stared at the othe other as if waiting for the first one to talk. Finally, Desmond broke the silence. “Are you in pain?” he asked, his voice smooth, deceptively gentle. Brian chuckled lowly, the sound coarse and dark. “Pain?” He tilted his head, his lips twitching. “Pain reminds me I’m still alive. That’s more than I can say for this pack right now.” Desmond’s jaw tightened. “Watch your tongue.” “Or what?” Brian asked quietly. “You’ll throw me

The Weight of the Crown The mansion had never been so quiet.Jack moved through its halls like a ghost. Every sound, the scrape of his boots, the faint echo of a distant voice, seemed to mock the silence that had replaced life inside the mansion. stale.Jack’s thoughts were dark he walked through, his faced fixed into a frown he had no control over.He had made his choice, he knew what he had to do. If he could reach Desmond, if he could reason with him, maybe there was still a chance to stop this before the pack was torn apart completely.It had to be now.He straightened his shoulders and pushed open the doors to the throne hall.The majestic chamber welcomed him.Golden light filtered through tall windows, catching on the intricate carvings of the throne that now belonged to Desmond. The seat of the Alpha King, once a symbol of unity, now felt like the heart of corruption.Desmond sat upon it.He looked every bit the ruler he had always wanted to be. His black uniform gleamed, h

The iron door had not opened once since last night. The air inside the chamber was cold and heavy, filled with the faint scent of blood and anger. The single lantern in the corner flickered weakly, casting trembling shadows that were across the walls like ghosts. Becca sat curled up against the far end of the room, her arms wrapped around her knees. Her hair was tangled, her once-clean dress torn from the struggle that had brought them here. She hadn’t slept, not truly. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Eugene’s face as the guards dragged him away, and she had done nothing to stop it. Across from her, Mira paced the room like a caged wolf, her expression evident with anger and worry. The rhythmic click of her shoes echoed faintly each time she turned. “They have forgotten us,” she muttered, mostly to herself. “That’s what Desmond wants. For us to rot in here while he parades around with his stolen crown.” Max stirred where he sat by the end of the room, the dim light

Becca’s jaw clenched as Luna Seraphina's moved through all of them in a condescending way. Her long hair fell in waves over her shoulders, and the crescent emblem of the Luna Queen glinted proudly on her chest. She was followed by several armored guards who were here to make sure Becca, Mira and Max stayed back. Every step she took was deliberate, graceful, regal and venomous. “Well,” Seraphina purred, her voice slicing through the silence, “look what we have here.” Her eyes moved througb the chamber then lingered on Becca. A sharp and poisonous smile curved her lips. “The little rejected Omega,” she said softly. “Still breathing. How surprising.” Becca’s fingers curled into fists at her sides, but she said nothing, not yet. Seraphina’s laughter rang out, smooth and cruel. “You know, when Desmond told me he had you locked away, I just had to see it myself. The infamous Becca, Eugene’s precious little charity case.” Mira stiffened. “Don’t call her that,” she whispered. Ser

The torches along the hallway brought light as Jack moved quietly, his shoes striking the floor. The air here always felt heavy now. Since Desmond’s coup, everything had changed. Blackwood was no longer a place of strength and honor, it was a pack of fear. Jack turned a corner and stopped. A sharp voice broke the silence. “Do it again, you useless brats!” His jaw clenched. It was Ava. She stood in the center of the hallway, surrounded by three young maids, each trembling as she screamed at them. Their eyes were red, their hands shaking as they held silver trays that gleamed with food meant for Luna Seraphina. “You think I’ll let you serve Luna Seraphina’s table with dust on your hands?” Ava sneered. “Becca might have tolerated filth, but I won’t. You hear me? I’m not some Omega’s maid.” The smallest girl flinched under her words, bowing repeatedly. “I’m sorry, Miss Ava—” The tray slipped and a silver cup fell to the floor. Ava’s face twisted with fury. “Pathetic!” sh