All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

Seraphina stood near one of the tall pillars lining the ballroom, her sharp eyes scanning the crowd with cold calculation.She had been watching and what she had seen moments ago did not sit well with her.Across the hall, she had watched Jack walk away from Ava without hesitation, her red lips curled slightly with disgust.He had followed the same direction Mira had gone.Seraphina folded her arms across her chest, her expression hard.“Pathetic,” she muttered under her breath.Beside her, Ava stood rigid, staring in the direction Jack had disappeared. Her hands were clenched tightly at her sides.Seraphina turned her gaze toward her.“You saw that,” she said calmly.Ava let out a slow breath.“Yes.”Her voice carried bitterness she couldn’t hide.Seraphina’s gaze scanned the room again. Something tonight felt… off and her eyes narrowed slightly.“Did you notice something strange earlier?” she asked suddenly.Ava frowned.“About what?”“Becca.”Ava blinked.Seraphina continued watchi

The music from the grand hall moved faintly through the walls of the mansion, its rhythm dull and distant the farther one moved from the heart of the party. Laughter, clinking glasses, and the low hum of conversations echoed faintly along the corridors, but here the atmosphere was colder.Seraphina was growing tired of waiting. Her fingers tightened around the stem of her wine glass until the crystal nearly snapped. Across the hall, nobles and wolves from different packs mingled under glittering chandeliers. Silk dresses swayed, servants moved with trays of wine, and musicians played softly near the balcony.Yet none of it mattered to her.Her sharp gaze slid across the room toward the raised platform where Alpha King Desmond stood speaking with a group of Alphas. Normally, he dominated every space he entered. His presence commanded attention, admiration, and fear.Tonight, however, something was different. His mood had changed. His shoulders were tense, his jaw clenched more than u

The corridor felt colder than the rest of the mansion. Perhaps it was only Becca’s imagination, but the air seemed heavier.Max and Dorian stood only a few feet away from her, their shadows stretched along the dim hallway by the flickering wall torches. Ariel stood beside Becca, her fingers clenched nervously around the fabric of her dress.The guard lay unconscious on the floor where Dorian had dropped him moments ago.His wrists and ankles were tied tightly with a curtain cord Dorian had ripped from a nearby guest room. The wolf had been put inside that room and the door closed quietly behind them.Everything had happened quickly and now footsteps echoed.Becca’s heart nearly stopped, Max stiffened instantly, Dorian’s eyes narrowed and Becca knew only one person in this mansion walked like that.The Army Commander.“Someone’s coming,” Ariel whispered, her voice barely audible.Becca’s mind raced. If the commander saw Max and Dorian, everything would collapse.“Hide!” she hissed urge

As Becca looked into the blank gaze of the army commander, her mind was racing.Eugene was inside the mansion and if Max was right, he was heading straight for Desmond.Her stomach twisted because she knew that could only end one way.Ariel walked close beside her, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of her sleeve. Her heart still hadn’t calmed down after seeing Max and Dorian appear out of nowhere.That alone confirmed what she had been secretly afraid of. For a moment, the army commander simply watched her and something about the look in his eyes made Becca uneasy because it wasn’t the cold indifference he usually showed her.The commander had never liked Becca, even before Desmond had seized power.Back when he had only been a soldier in the pack, he had looked at her as someone who didn't deserve it.He had always seen her as weak, as a woman who didn’t belong in power. But now he was looking at her differently.Becca could feel his gaze lingering on her longer than necessa

Greta stood in the middle of the room with her arms crossed, a cold smile stretching across her face. The candlelight from the wall flickered across her features, making the cruel satisfaction in her eyes look even darker.Mira exhaled slowly.“So that’s your plan? Lock me in a room like a coward?” she said flatly.Greta laughed. The sound was sharp and unpleasant.“Coward?” she repeated mockingly then her head tilted slightly. “Oh Mira, you still talk like you’re someone important.”Mira’s eyes narrowed.Greta took a few slow steps forward, her heels clicking softly against the wooden floor.“You’re not a Lady-in-waiting anymore. You’re just a prisoner” she said.Her voice carried a cruel sweetness and Mira didn’t move.“And you’re still just a bitter maid,” she replied calmly.Greta’s smile twitched but only for a second then it returned.“Oh, I’m much more than a maid now. Things have changed since the last time we saw each other" Her eyes gleamed with pride.Mira scoffed.Greta wa