All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The scent of dried herbs and crushed petals drifted lazily through the air, wrapping the room in a soft, earthy embrace. It mixed with the subtle smell of alcohol and the delicate perfume of wildflowers, creating a scent that was uniquely Becca’s clinic—her sacred space of healing and refuge. The gentle clink of glass vials echoed softly as Becca moved with calm precision, grinding a blend of lavender and some plants into a fine powder with her mortar and pestle. Her hands were steady, purposeful, her every movement honed by years of experience and a heart that had long committed itself to the art of healing others.The quiet was only broken by the occasional rustle and the whisper of Mira’s steps as she moved around the room like a restless spirit. She worked efficiently—organizing the apothecary jars, relabeling bottles, wiping clean the already spotless shelves—but there was a tension in her shoulders, a storm bottled behind her carefully composed expression.Becca didn’t miss

Desmond’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he made his way down the hall to meet with Luna Seraphina. He was getting closer now to everything he had ever wanted. And the best part? He would do it all with Luna Seraphina by his side. Her ambitions matched his own, and together, they would rule the pack. All they needed was the right push.Desmond finally reached the door to her dressing room. He could hear her voice, sharp and demanding, echoing through the door. With a quick, determined breath, Desmond knocked on the door before stepping inside.The scene before him made him pause for a moment.Luna Seraphina stood at the center of the room, her back to him. A seamstress was on her knees, pinning the hem of a flowing gown, but Seraphina was visibly displeased. Her sharp voice filled the room as she shouted at the young women around her.“No, no, no!” Luna Seraphina snapped, her eyes dark with frustration. “This dress is a disaster! Can’t you see it? The color is wrong, the cut

The heavy silence inside Desmond’s study was broken only by the soft crackle of the fireplace. Jack stood stiffly near the door, feeling like the walls themselves were closing in around him. Across the room, Luna Seraphina rose slowly from her chair, her slender figure stiff with disdain. Her sharp eyes locked onto Jack with a look of such deep disgust that it felt like a slap to his face."Is it truly so difficult, Jack," Seraphina hissed, her voice cold as ice, "to follow a simple order?"Jack lowered his gaze, biting down the instinct to respond too harshly. He knew better. Here, every word could be twisted into a weapon."If I could, I would do it myself," she said, beginning to pace slowly across the room. "But unfortunately," her mouth twisted into a sneer, "Mira, Eugene, and their little pet Becca trust me far too much. It would be suspicious."She stopped right in front of him, so close he could smell her sharp, floral perfume, and lifted her hand as if to touch his face

The corridor was deathly silent, broken only by the occasional sound of the wooden beams overhead as the mansion settled into the cool embrace of evening. Jack’s heart thudded violently against his ribs, his palms clammy as he hovered in front of Alpha Eugene’s door.He knew what he was about to do was wrong.Grievously wrong.But desperate situations demanded desperate actions.Steeling himself, Jack exhaled slowly through his nose and pushed the door open, slipping inside as silently as smoke.The Alpha’s room was a testament to restrained luxury. Dark mahogany furniture, a towering bookshelf against one wall, heavy curtains that dimmed the twilight into an amber glow, and a four-poster bed with silken sheets tucked meticulously. A faint scent of sandalwood and pine — Eugene’s natural scent — hung heavily in the air, prickling Jack’s senses."Stay calm, stay focused," he whispered to himself.He moved carefully, almost on tiptoe, toward the ornate chest by the bedside.If his sus

Mira’s eyes sparkled with admiration as she looked at Becca and Eugene dancing together, their bodies intertwined like they were one.“They look... perfect together,” Mira whispered, almost to herself.Max turned his head to look at her. The way her lips curled in a small, genuine smile made something warm and aching move inside his chest.For a moment, Max’s fingers twitched at his sides. He wanted to reach out, to tell her something—anything—just to hear her voice.He opened his mouth, about to speak, when—A sharp, loud laugh shattered the moment.They all turned in unison, their heads snapping toward the grand staircase.At the top, like a queen descending to oversee her court, stood Luna Seraphina. Trailing behind her were Desmond and Jack, both in dark ceremonial attire, their faces fixed into perfect, impassive masks. Except Jack—his eyes flickered briefly when they landed on Mira, but his expression quickly smoothed over.“Oh, what a precious sight,” she said mockingly. “A