Semua Bab The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Bab 411 - Bab 420

Becca sat on the edge of the bed, her knees drawn up, her fingers absently twisting the hem of her night dress. She wasn’t unhappy, at least she didn’t think so, but the weight in her chest wouldn’t let her relax.Not after the way Max had acted.Eugene’s voice drifted from the bathroom, low and humming as he finished his nightly routine. A moment later, he emerged through the doorway. His hair was damp, curling slightly at the ends, and he wore nothing but his towel slung low on his hips. “You’re quiet,” he said. His tone was warm, but knowing, too knowing. “What’s going on inside that head of yours?”Becca tried to smile, but it faltered. She exhaled slowly.“It’s Max,” she admitted.Eugene paused mid-movement, his brows lowering slightly. He climbed onto his side of the bed but didn’t lay down yet, instead sitting close enough that their knees brushed.“What about him?”Becca looked down at her hands. “I can’t stop thinking about how he looked today. From the way he stared at Mi

The bar felt different by the time Max reached his third drink, somehow emptier, softer, and quieter. The early evening crowd had gone away, leaving only the faint scent of old rum and worn out wood. Max sat hunched at the bar counter, his fingers resting lazily around his cup. The foam moved every time he shifted, his cup making a soft sound in an almost-silent room. The alcohol made his chest heavy but his instincts sharp in a way that suggested he was buzzed, but not incapacitated, just weighed down enough that the world felt blurrier at the edges.Skye moved behind the counter with a soft, rhythmic grace. Her hair which had been tied in a tight ponytail, had loosened throughout the night, strands falling across her face like they were trying to soften her expression. She wore rolled-up sleeves and an easy smirk on her face, but Max had already learned that her eyes saw more than most people wanted her to.She glanced at his drink with a raised brow.“This is your third cup. Tha

The cottage lay quiet under the moon. Outside, the wind rustled through the trees like gentle whispers, sometimes soft enough to be a lullaby, sometimes sharp enough to hint at secrets hidden in the dark. Eugene’s arm curled around Becca’s waist. She drew in a deep sigh, shifting slightly as she drew closer. The curve of his chest rose and fell, steady and slow as their breaths matched. The world beyond these four walls all felt far away. For the first time in weeks, they slept like normal.Outside, the trees swayed, shadows twisting and stretching like long fingers over the ground. Somewhere in the distance, a branch cracked sharply, but inside the cottage, the sound seemed swallowed by the warmth of their shared calm.Then the door slammed open.The sound cracked the air, sharp and cruel, like a whip of metal against glass. Becca jerked awake, her eyes wide, her heart leaping into her throat. Eugene sat upright, his muscles coiled tight, his fingers reaching under the pillow in

The alley behind Skye’s bar was narrow enough that two people could barely walk side by side. The walls were somehow wet, the gutter smelled of old beer, and the dim streetlamp overhead flickered like it was about to go off. It wasn’t the kind of place people went by accident. It was the kind of place where trouble hid in the shadows.Skye swung around sharply the second they stepped outside.“What the hell?” she snapped, jabbing a finger at his chest. “You didn’t need to do all that in there. Alpha king Desmond’s guards are meat-headed idiots whose only purpose in life is to start fights and breathe alcohol. Rowan isn't any different.”Max didn’t respond. His hood covered most of his face, but Skye could still see the hard line of his jaw clenching.“Hey,” she pressed, her voice rising, “look at me.”He finally turned, his eyes burning.“He touched you,” Max said. “He grabbed you like you were nothing.”“He grabbed my arm,” Skye argued. “Barely. I’ve been handling creeps like him si

The air smelled of dry herbs, a comforting scent that usually made Becca feel grounded, but tonight, the air felt tight, almost suffocating. Three strangers sat at the wooden table, Robin, Sax, and Dorian, each carrying the kind of presence that made the small room feel even smaller.Becca steadied her breathing as she approached with the tray in her hands. Her palms were warm against the polished wood, and the cups clinked softly as she set them down.“Here,” she murmured, offering a small, polite smile. “Hot tea. You look like you’ve been on the road for days.”Robin, the oldest among them, dipped his head gratefully. “Thank you. This is a kindness we haven’t felt in a long time.”Mira, seated beside Eugene, tried to relax her posture, but Becca noticed the way Mira’s fingers tapped anxiously against the table. Eugene, however, sat very still, too still. His eyes tracked every movement the strangers made.No matter how safe this place had become, Eugene’s instincts remained sharp.