All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 501 - Chapter 510

Becca woke slowly, dragged out of sleep by a dull ache that seemed to live in her bones.It was the kind of ache that wasn’t born of injury alone, but of tension held too long. Her body felt heavy, as though the bed itself had swallowed her halfway, reluctant to leave her alone.Becca’s stomach twisted violently.She turned onto her side, her breath catching as nausea fluttered briefly through her. Instinctively, her hand drifted downward, resting low against her abdomen. The movement was unconscious like an act of protection she didn’t even think about anymore.Her fingers curled there, gentle, like she was trying to get find out if her child was still there.She lay still, listening to the slow rhythm of her own breathing, grounding herself the way she had learned to do long before Blackwood mansion, long before Desmond and his throne of fear. Her gaze traveled up to the ceiling, tracing the thin lines as though they formed some secret map only she could read.She must have fallen

The garden was the only place in Blackwood that still felt normal.Becca stood barefoot in the damp grass, her toes sinking slightly into the soft earth as the early morning chill crept up her legs. The cold should have bothered her, but it didn’t. She welcomed it because it reminded her she was still alive, still capable of feeling something that wasn’t fear or rage.She reached out and brushed her fingers over the petals of a pale night blooming rose, one of the few that still dared to open at dawn. Dew clung to the flower, each drop catching the faint morning light before sliding down onto her skin.It felt cool, fragile and temporary, just like everything else here.Becca closed her eyes and for a brief, dangerous moment, she let herself imagine she wasn’t trapped inside enemy walls. She imagined the towering stone structures behind her weren’t cages carved to look like royalty and that she wasn’t a prisoner dressed in silk to hide her chains.The garden smelled of rich soil, cr

Seraphina stood on the stone path like a queen looking at trespassers on sacred ground. Sunlight filtered through the leaves above, catching on the gold embroidery of her gown and giving her an almost radiant presence, but there was nothing warm in her eyes. The breeze stirred the hedges gently, but the air between them felt still.Hadrian had paused mid-step when she called out to him, his body caught between leaving and being commanded to stay. His posture remained straight, his shoulders squared with quiet dignity. Even stripped of his title, there was something about him that still commanded respect.Becca stood slightly beside him, her chin lifted, her spine straight despite everything pressing down on her. Ariel lingered behind her nervously, ĥer fingers twisting together as she sensed the storm brewing.Seraphina’s gaze swept over the three of them slowly.“You have remarkable boldness, for someone who has already lost everything” she said calmly.Hadrian did not bow.“I hav

Becca walked quickly, not because she was afraid but because if she slowed down, she would start thinking and if that happened, she would start remembering Seraphina’s face in the garden.That cold, perfectly composed face twisted by fury mixed with her harsh words."You are nothing here."Becca’s jaw tightened as she turned the corner of the stone hallway, Ariel hurrying behind her to keep up.“I swear, if she says one more word to me like that, I won’t be responsible for what I do” Becca muttered under her breath.Ariel glanced nervously around the corridor. “Please don’t say things like that out loud.”Becca scoffed. “Why? Are the walls going to report me?”“In this place? Yes” Ariel said quietly. Becca stopped walking for a brief second and looked at her.Ariel’s face was pale, truly pale. Not the usual nervousness she carried, but something deeper like real fear.Becca resumed walking. “You said Brian summoned me. Let’s just get this over with.”Ariel swallowed. “Luna Becca…

Becca did not move, she stood where she was, her feet planted into the thick rug, her arms folded tightly across her chest as if holding herself together by force alone. The air in Brian’s chamber felt heavy, tainted. She could still smell the perfume clinging to the sheets, sweet and suffocating.Brian watched her with lazy interest from the bed as the bathroom door behind her opened quietly but Becca did not turn.She heard the soft footsteps of the woman as she stepped out, the rustle of clothing being adjusted, the faint hitch in her breathing that suggested embarrassment more than anything else.“Go,” Brian said calmly.The woman didn’t speak. She moved quickly toward the door, her eyes lowered, her face flushed with discomfort. As she passed Becca, their shoulders almost brushed and Becca glanced at her only for a second.The woman slipped out of the room without a word. The door shut behind her with a quiet click then silence followed.Brian let out a slow breath like he had