Semua Bab The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Bab 61 - Bab 70

The moon stood elegantly above the trees, glowing with a pearlescent light that cast silvery beams across the wooded landscape of the Blackwood estate. The excitement of the upcoming hunt thrummed in the air, but in a quieter part of the forest, hidden from the main event, Becca moved purposefully through the trees, her steps light but deliberate.She had seen Mira slip away earlier and her instincts told her to check on her. Her heart beat with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. Mira had been tasked with one of the most dangerous missions tonight—sneaking into Desmond's private quarters to retrieve the elixir that had been controlling Eugene's wolf. The mission had been risky. If Mira had been caught, there would have been no way out.As Becca pushed past a tangle of hanging moss and emerged into a clearing, she froze. Standing a few feet away, changing from a modest forest-colored cloak back into the midnight blue ballroom gown she had worn earlier, was Mira."Mira!" Becca

The cold silver light of the moon bathed the ancient forest in a pale, ethereal glow, casting long shadows that danced with the rustling trees as Desmond led Jack deeper down the path of dead leaves. Twigs cracked beneath their feet and the faint howls of distant wolves echoed like ghosts through the night. Desmond moved with silent purpose, his frame a blur between trees, his keen senses on high alert. Beside him, Jack kept pace, less sure of himself but equally focused.Desmond was eager to find the beast and kill it before anyone else could. His desperation to win this part of the Moon Festival was evident in the way he moved around the forest with purpose. They weren’t alone. All around them, hidden behind the thick foliage or darting across the trees, other wolves were part of the great Moon Festival hunt. But as Desmond walked through the underbrush, the other participants melted away like mist, keeping a safe distance. His reputation preceded him, and no one wanted to cat

The tension inside the grand hall of the Blackwood estate was suffocating. The moonlight filtered dimly through the tall stained-glass windows, casting ethereal colors over the polished floors. Wolves who had remained behind during the hunt watched with bated breath as the two dominant forces, Alpha Eugene and Desmond, stood toe to toe like titans about to clash. On the other side, Jack and Max mirrored their leaders, their postures rigid, faces tight with fury.Suddenly, Becca's voice sliced through the air. She was already tired of their bickering. “Enough! All of you!”The crowd gasped, their murmurs quickly stilled. Max and Jack, who had nearly lunged at each other, froze in place. Mira, quick on her feet, stepped between them, placing a hand on Max’s chest as she gave Jack a warning look.Becca marched between Eugene and Desmond, her eyes blazing. “This is not the time for chest-thumping and ego battles. If we’re under threat, the last thing we need is you two tearing eac

The clinic smelled like antiseptic and blood. The once pristine white walls were now marked with frantic footprints and claw streaks from the rushed arrival of the three surviving wolves. Becca moved swiftly between the cots, her hands expertly assessing wounds and cleaning gashes with practiced precision. Mira was close, her brows furrowed with focus as she passed gauze, salves, and antiseptic tinctures when needed.One of the wolves—a young scout named Lyle—winced as Becca stitched a long gash running from his shoulder to his rib cage. "It’s alright, just breathe," Becca whispered, her voice calm and steady. "You’ve done well to survive. You’re safe now."Eugene stood at the threshold, watching her. Despite the urgency of the situation, a small smile crept to his lips. Her fingers were stained blood, her brow damp with sweat, but the way she moved—the confidence, the kindness, the determination—it made his chest swell with pride.Councilor Hadrian arrived, his arms folded behi

The candlelight shimmered like stars caught in crystal jars, casting soft halos on the moonlight-silvered walls of Eugene's private chambers. The lush, velvet carpet muffled every sound as Becca and Eugene stood close, their breath mingling in the quiet, charged space. The makeshift picnic he had arranged beneath the illusion of a night sky—a masterful enchantment of silver light, chirping crickets, and rustling grass—was nothing short of magical.Their lips had already met, but now the kiss deepened, growing in weight and meaning with every second. Eugene’s hands were gentle at first, cupping her face like she was the most fragile, sacred thing he had ever held. He kissed her slowly, deliberately, savoring the feel of her lips like they were the first taste of sunlight after years in darkness.Becca’s hands roamed to his chest, her fingers splaying across the hard muscles beneath his shirt, feeling his heart pounding—wild and thunderous, matching her own. The heat between them b