The Rejected Omega's Redemption のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 391 - チャプター 400

The cabin sat quietly among the thick talls trees, nestled deep in the forest where the wind whispered through the branches and the only sounds were the faint rustle of leaves and the occasional sounds of a bird. Smoke drifted lazily from Garran’s house which was still in flames, the smoke curling into the crisp morning air. The scent of pine, wood smoke, and damp ground filled the air as Becca, Mira,Max and Eugene made their way to safety.Becca burst through the door, her boots scuffing against the wooden floor, and threw herself into Eugene’s arms without a word. Mira followed close behind, his eyes scanning the perimeter for any sign of danger before allowing herself a small, relieved smile. Max stepped beside Eugene, still alert and tense, but his shoulders relaxed just slightly at seeing Becca and Mira were fine and unharmed.“You saved us” Becca whispered, clutching Eugene’s coat tightly. Her lips brushed against his in a quick, desperate kiss that carried more relief than

Becca, Max, Eugene and Mira gathered around the wooden table in the center of the room. The lantern light flickered across their faces showing just how tired, worried and determined they were.Max rested his elbows on the table. Mira sat beside him, brushing dirt from her dress. Becca took the seat next to Eugene, feeling strangely aware of the space between them, the warmth still lingering where his hands had held her.Eugene placed the small key on the table. Its metallic glint seemed to brighten the room on its own.“This,” he said, “changes everything.”Becca ran her fingers over the surface of the table, her mind spinning. “So… this key leads to somewhere safer than this cabin?”“Much safer,” Eugene replied. “If Elias said it's secure, it is.”Mira nodded thoughtfully. “Then we should move tonight.”“No.” Eugene’s voice cut through the air, firm and unshakeable.Becca blinked. “Why not?”“Because you two aren’t in any condition to be running through the forest again,” Eugene s

The throne room of the Blackwood mansion was heavy with darkness that made every breath feel thick.Desmond stood at the top of the steps leading to his throne, restless and already irritated. Seraphina waited beside him, her arms crossed.A guard approached with a bow.“My Alpha King, the Moon Council has arrived.”Desmond exhaled through his nose. “Send them in.”Seraphina’s eyes flicked toward him. “You’re really doing this.”“I don’t have a choice,” he muttered. “My father allowed the council too much power, and I let them think they could keep it. If they want a seat at my table again, they need to act like they know who is in control.”“And if they don’t?” she asked.Desmond’s expression darkened. “Then they will learn.”The tall double doors swung open, and the Moon Council entered with Head Councilor Hadrian in front.They moved to the center of the hall and bowed, not in reverence, but out of custom“Welcome back,” Desmond said, his voice smooth but cold. “I assume you kn

When Becca pushed open the door to one of the bedrooms and stepped inside, she exhaled with relief.“Two bedrooms,” she announced after a quick look around. “Not bad for a place that looked like this.”Mira stepped in behind her, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Two bedrooms?” Eugene repeated, following behind her. “Guess that means we’re doubling up.”Becca turned in a small circle, eyeing the two closed doors on the far wall. “Well,” she said with a grin, “I’m picking this one for me and Eugene.” She tapped the closer door with her knuckles, already claiming it. “It’s bigger.”Eugene laughed. “You picked it before you even opened it?”“I have instincts,” Becca replied dramatically. “Impeccable ones.”Mira smiled faintly, though her stomach tightened.“Well,” Max said, stepping beside her with an easy grin, “looks like you and I are roommates.”Mira stiffened.Max noticed immediately.“Unless,” he said quickly, his tone lightening.“you would rather flip a coin or somethin

The night had settled thick around Blackwood mansion. Desmond leaned against the marble railing, swirling the wine in his glass. Beside him, Seraphina stood gracefully, her hand resting lightly over the subtle curve of her belly. Her other hand held a fragile crystal glass filled with water instead of wine. Desmond set his wine glass on the railing and stepped toward her. His palm brushed over her stomach with an almost reverent touch. “I cannot wait until he’s born,” he said quietly. “Until our son is here. Until the pack sees him with their own eyes.” His voice deepened with certainty. “It will make everything obvious then.”Seraphina placed her hand over his. “They already know you are their Alpha King, Desmond.”He shook his head with a confident, almost indulgent smile. “They know,” he agreed, “but soon they will feel it deep in their bones when they see the heir, when they see the future of the pack standing next to me.”She looked at him lovingly. “You’ve waited a long ti