All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 481 - Chapter 490

Dawn broke over the resistance hideout like it was an apology for the horrible night that had fallen on the poor space hours ago.The first light of morning crept through the broken stone ceilings and cracked corridors, illuminating what remained of the sanctuary that had once been alive with laughter, arguments, training shouts, and hope.Now it was a complete mess and a ghost of what I used to be, what it formerly represented.Ash was all over the floor, walls were cracked, some completely collapsed and the smell of blood lingered thick in the air, mixed with smoke and burnt wood.Eugene stood at the center of it all, unmoving as his eyes scanned the entire place, his heart shudding with pain at how much destruction had happened in just one night.His clothes were torn, his knuckles raw and swollen. Dried blood from the soliders he had beat up stained his sleeves and collar. His wolf stirred restlessly beneath his skin, pacing, snarling, demanding action that had already been taken

The silence after Desmond’s decree was so complete it felt like the throne room itself had stopped in time.Becca stood frozen at the center of the marble floor, her hands clenched into fists so tight her nails bit into her palms. For a heartbeat, she wondered if she had misheard him. If her mind had twisted his words into something more monstrous than they were meant to be but the looks on everyone’s faces told her the truth.Mira’s sharp inhale cut through the stillness.“What? No, you can’t do that” Mira whispered, her voice breaking as she stepped closer to Becca. “I refuse.”Becca’s voice rang out, clear and unwavering, echoing off the towering pillars and the high arched ceiling. She lifted her chin, her eyes blazing as she stared directly at Alpha King Desmond.“I refuse. I would rather die” she repeated, louder this time. A murmur rippled through the gathered high ranking wolves. Some shifted uncomfortably, others watched with thinly veiled fascination, as though this were

The weight of being watched never left Eugene’s shoulders.Even as he and Max moved through pack town with measured steps, their baskets filling with supplies which comprised of dried meat, medicinal herbs wrapped in cloth, bandages, and rope, the sensation crawled along his spine like a second skin. His wolf buzzed with energy beneath the surface, its teeth raised, counting heartbeats that didn’t belong to them, only the suspicious individuals that were advancing from behind them.Max felt it too but he kept his cool as his hand tightened around the note he had received earlier.He moved with casual precision, the kind that came from years of fighting beside an Alpha who understood that survival wasn’t about speed, it was about controlling the situation.He didn’t look back, he didn’t touch the folded note tucked safely inside his pocket He didn’t give their watchers the satisfaction of knowing they had been noticed.“There are two men moving towards us, maintaining the same distanc

Eugene stood with his hood still drawn low, his posture relaxed in a way that was anything but. Alpha power coiled tightly beneath his skin, contained only by sheer will. Max stood a step to his left, his shoulders squared while Skye leaned casually against the wall as though this weren’t a private confrontation between two of the most dangerous wolves in the realm. Her arms were folded loosely over her chest, her dark hair pulled back into a messy knot, sharp eyes bright with a mix of irritation and something almost amused.Eugene turned his head slightly toward Max.“Care to explain why a stranger in pack town knows our movements well enough to orchestrate that?” Eugene said, his voice dangerously calm.Max reached up slowly and pushed his hood back, exposing his face.Skye straightened, pushing off the wall. “Maybe I should start since this is partly my fault” she said.Eugene’s eyes finally settled on her. “You already have.”There was no warmth in his voice, just restrained f

The first thing Mira noticed was the smell of soap and beneath it all was an iron, metallic taste of fear that made her stomach turn.Mira kept her head down as she was moved into the long, narrow corridor leading to the lower servants’ wing. Her wrists ached faintly from the guard’s tight grip, a reminder of the brutal force that had dragged her out of her room and into this place.Her dress had been changed sometime during the night.The gown was dull, worn out work clothes, not only a servant’s uniform but a sign of low status. The corridor buzzed with quiet activity. Maids moved around, carrying linens buckets and baskets of laundry. None of them spoke, their eyes remained fixed on the ground, as if even looking up might earn them punishment.Some glanced at Mira with curiosity, some with pity and a few with fear as if her presence alone might summon the wrath of the mansion.Mira swallowed hard and forced her shoulders back.Becca was the only thing keeping her upright, not whe