All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

The silence stretched into one heartbeat then two.Desmond’s eyes narrowed. “I said bring the prisoner.”The command cracked like a whip across the execution square.The crowd shifted uneasily now, anticipation curdling into confusion. Wolves exchanged glances, murmurs rising in low waves. The guards stationed near the dungeon entrance did not move immediately, and that hesitation, brief but unmistakable, sent a ripple of unease through the gathering.Seraphina’s fingers tightened against the fabric of her gown while Ava felt her breath catch.Finally, footsteps echoed from the stone passage leading up from beneath the square. Two guards emerged, their faces pale, their posture stiff in a way that spoke of fear rather than discipline.They stopped several paces from the platform and every eye fixed on them.Desmond’s voice dropped, deadly calm. “Where is she?”The guards exchanged a look. One swallowed hard and stepped forward, dropping to one knee so abruptly it looked like he mig

The first scream echoed through the lower courtyard just after dawn and it was loud enough to rattle even the strongest man who claimed nothing could move him.The sound was so sharp that it cut through the fog like a blade, sharp and final, bouncing off the cold stone walls of Blackwood Mansion before dissolving into a silence that felt heavier than noise. Servants froze mid-step and maids straightened instinctively. Somewhere in the mansion trouble had started to take root and it made everyone hairs to stand up straight.Jack heard it from the eastern corridor and he stopped walking.His jaw tightened, his breath slowing as if his body already knew what his mind was trying not to accept.Just as he thought everything was back to normal, another scream followed, shorter this time, strangled, ending too abruptly and Jack closed his eyes.“They’re dead,” he murmured under his breath.He didn’t need to ask who. He already knew because he had caused it.The dungeon guards had been dragg

Eugene pulled his cloak tighter around himself as he and Max stared at the woman standing in front of them, her position frozen mid-motion.He had no idea who she was but judging from the look she gave max and the one he returned back, there was something he was not being told and that alone wasn't something he liked.Eugene took his time to study the woman standing in front of them, his eyes moving through her in a harmless, curious way.She wore a simple commuting cloak people usually wore to protect themselves from the cold, the hood pulled low, but shock flashed across her face before she could mask it. Her fingers loosened instinctively, though they lingered a heartbeat longer than necessary, as if letting go required effort.“I—” she started.“Wrong person,” Max snapped, stepping back sharply, his expression hardening into offended distance. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”Eugene's eyebrow lifted in surprise because he had not expected to hear that, judging from the way

The training grounds of Blackwood Mansion rang with the dull thunder of clashing bodies and loud commands as wolves were seen moving around in mock battle.Dust rose beneath stamping boots, mixing with the sharp scent of sweat and steel. Wolves moved in disciplined lines, practicing strikes, blocks, and coordinated attacks under the watchful eyes of senior warriors who were here to make sure things were on track for the assault against the resistance.Normally, this place was where Jack felt most grounded, where order still existed, where rules meant something but today, it felt wrong.Jack stood at the edge of the grounds, hus arms crossed behind his back, his Beta’s mantle heavy on his shoulders. His sharp eyes followed every movement, every misstep, but his attention kept drifting beyond the drills, toward the edges of the yard where servants moved nervously, their heads bowed.Fear clung to the air like mist and it angered him even more than any other thing.“Again!” Jack barked

The forest grew denser the farther they went.Branches arched overhead, tangled so tightly they nearly erased the sky. Moonlight filtered through in thin, broken strands, barely illuminating the narrow trail beneath their feet. The air was colder here, heavier, thick with damp earth and old secrets as Dorian moved ahead of them with practiced ease.He didn’t rush, but he never hesitated either, each step confident, deliberate, as though the forest itself bent to his memory. He lifted branches before they snapped back, paused only to listen, and signaled silently whenever the terrain shifted.Eugene followed close behind him.Becca walked between Mira and Max, her hood drawn low, though her eyes missed nothing. She could feel the hum beneath the ground, the subtle shift in the air that said this wasn’t just a hiding place, it was a refuge.A final bend in the trail brought them to what looked like nothing more than a wall of stone wrapped in moss and creeping vines.Dorian stopped.