All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 541 - Chapter 550

The arena roared long before the executions began.Becca sat rigidly on the elevated seats, positioned on the platform reserved for the ruling circle, her spine straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap but only because she refused to give Desmond the satisfaction of seeing her shake.The sun was high overhead, casting harsh light across the full grounds showing numerous people waiting in excitement.The circular arena floor had already been cleaned properly beforehand and prepared for blood. It was disturbingly ceremonial and it made Becca very uncomfortable.The crowd filled every seat in the arena, their voices loud and painfully to Becca’s dismay, they were laughing as the prisoners were dragged out in chains.Becca’s breath caught when her eyes landed on the seven of them. Bruised, bloodied with their shirts torn, their faces swollen, but still standing despite the inhumane treatment.She hated that what impressed her most was that they still held their heads high.They should

The walk back to Becca’s chambers felt longer than it ever had before.Servants and guards moved aside as Becca passed, but they did not meet her eyes. Some bowed while some whispered.Ariel followed a step behind her, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She hadn’t spoken since they left the arena and neither had Becca but silence between them had never felt this loud.When they finally reached Becca’s door, two guards stationed outside stepped aside.She pushed the door open without responding then it shut behind them with a dull thud.For a moment, neither of them moved. Becca walked toward the center of the room, then stopped.Her hands were trembling. She stared at them like they belonged to someone else.Ariel stepped forward cautiously.“Becca.”Becca let out a sharp, humorless laugh.“Did you hear him? Did you hear how casually he said it?” she asked quietly. Ariel swallowed. “Yes.”“‘After careful deliberation.’ As if I’m some political strategy” Becca’s voice dripped

Dawn crept slowly into the grand chambers of Blackwood Mansion.Brian stirred awake and the first thing he noticed was the emptiness.The sheets beside him were cold, his eyes opened fully and Becca wasn’t there.He pushed himself up onto one elbow, scanning the room. The heavy velvet curtains were partially drawn back, and near the far window, covered by morning light, sat a familiar figure.Becca was perched on the wide windowsill, her knees drawn slightly inward, fingers loosely clasped together in her lap. Her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, catching the light faintly. She wasn’t moving. She was simply staring outside at the garden.Brian studied her for a long moment before speaking.“You look like someone died.”His voice cut through the quiet like a blade but Becca didn’t turn.“Maybe something did,” she replied softly.Brian exhaled sharply, swinging his legs off the bed.“This is about the announcement.”She let out a humorless breath.“Do you really have to ask?

The house felt smaller than it had the night before.Eugene had not stopped pacing for nearly twenty minutes.The wooden floorboards creaked beneath his feet as he moved back and forth across the living room, his hands running through his hair, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked painful. Max leaned against the wall near the kitchen entrance, his arms folded across his chest, watching him carefully.“Eugene, you should sit down,” Max said calmly but Eugene didn’t respond.He turned sharply and paced the other direction.Daisy sat quietly on the edge of the couch, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She looked small against the couch, her dark hair falling loosely around her shoulders. The oversized shirt they had given her nearly swallowed her frame.Her eyes followed Eugene’s movement nervously.She had never seen a man look so torn between fury and heartbreak at the same time.Eugene stopped abruptly.“Did you hear them?” he demanded, turning to Max.“I heard.”“He’s marrying h

The knock on the door was soft, almost hesitant.“Luna Becca…it’s me.”There was no answer then Ariel shifted the tray in her hands and pushed the door open slowly.The first thing she noticed was movement because Becca wasn’t sitting or resting. She was pacing back and forth from the window to the fireplace then to the door.Her bare feet made faint sounds against the polished floor, and her hair, still loose from sleep, framed a face drawn tight with frustration.Ariel stepped inside quietly and closed the door behind her.“You didn’t sleep,” she said gently and Becca didn’t respond.She stopped near the window, staring out at the courtyard below where guards patrolled in slow, calculated routes.“They’ve doubled security,” Becca muttered.Ariel placed the tray on the small round table.“Because of the announcement” she replied and Becca turned sharply.“No, that’s where you’re wrong. He did that because he expects retaliation. He knows Eugene won’t sit quietly” she countered, her j