All Chapters of The Rejected Omega's Redemption : Chapter 801 - Chapter 810

Chaos erupted throughout the Blackwood Mansion.Servants hurried through the corridors with bowls of steaming water, fresh linens, herbs, and medical supplies. Every hallway buzzed with anxious whispers as the news spread like wildfire."Lady Becca has gone into labor!"Becca barely registered any of the noise. A sharp contraction tore through her abdomen, forcing a cry from her lips. She gripped the edge of the stretcher so tightly her knuckles turned white."It hurts...it hurts so much..."The healers surrounding her spoke gently as they hurried her toward their chambers."Easy, Lady Becca. Take slow breaths. You're doing well.""Just a little farther."Another contraction struck and Becca squeezed her eyes shut."Eugene...It hurts" her voice trembled.Eugene walked beside her without taking his eyes off her. His usually composed expression had completely disappeared, his jaw was clenched, his fists were tight.Every cry that escaped Becca seemed to strike him harder than any blade.

The corridor outside the healer's chambers had never felt so suffocating.The heavy wooden doors remained firmly shut. Every few moments, muffled voices drifted through from the other side, followed by hurried footsteps as healers moved about inside.Mira couldn't stand still. She paced from one end of the corridor to the other, wringing her hands together.Her heart felt as though it would burst from her chest."Come on, Becca, please be alright" she prayed. She stopped in front of the closed doors."I should be in there" she muttered under her breath.Instead, she was trapped outside, forced to imagine every painful scream Becca must be enduring.Her stomach twisted."I hate this..."Without thinking any further, she reached for the door handle but before she could touch it, a firm but respectful voice stopped her."Mira stop."Mira turned to see Max standing directly in her path. His arms were folded across his broad chest, but there was sympathy in his expression."I'm afraid you

Greta walked through the mansion corridors with measured, unhurried steps. Anyone who happened to pass her would have thought she was simply another servant going about her morning duties.No one would have guessed that hidden beneath the folds of her sleeve was a tiny glass vial. Her fingers brushed against it and the cool glass felt heavier than it should have.Desmond's plan echoed in her mind as she remembered what she had overheard from the guard's message to Jack, who had been too much of a coward to do what he was instructed to do.A small smile tugged at her lips."Leave it to everyone else to hesitate. But I won't. I have nothing left to lose" she said.She turned the final corner and arrived outside the mansion kitchens.The moment she stepped inside, a wave of warmth washed over her. Large pots simmered over roaring fires, fresh bread cooled on wooden racks and the rich aroma of roasted meat, herbs, and baked pastries filled the room.Servants hurried in every direction car

Greta's pulse thundered in her ears. The tiny glass vial still hovered above the steaming cup on the silver breakfast tray.She had come here with a plan. All she needed to do was pour the contents of the vial to Eugene's food and Desmond's plan would be in motion.But the universe seemed to always be against her and it led to her getting caught. She could still feel the hand that seized her wrist with surprising strength, tightening her grip."What... do you think you're doing?" She asked again. Greta froze, every muscle in her body went rigid. Slowly, she turned her head.Standing behind her was one of the younger kitchen maids.The girl's brown eyes were fixed on the vial, her grip unwavering despite the fear beginning to creep across her face.For several long seconds, neither woman spoke.The cheerful sounds of celebration echoed faintly from somewhere else in the castle, but inside the kitchen, everything felt unnaturally quiet.Greta forced a smile."Oh, you startled me" she

Greta's breathing was uneven as she pulled the unconscious maid deeper into an abandoned storage room at the rear of the mansion. It was a place she had discovered not too long ago. She was very sure no one would come in here so they wouldn't be able to find the meddling bitch that had ruined her attempt to carry out Alpha Desmond's plan.The room smelled of dust, old wood, and damp stone. Broken barrels and unused crates were piled carelessly against the walls, making it the perfect place to hide someone, at least for a little while.Greta knelt beside the maid."I'm sorry," she murmured, though there was little remorse in her voice. "You simply chose the wrong moment to be brave."The young maid remained unconscious.Greta quickly found an old length of rope lying among the supplies. She tightly bound the girl's wrists behind her back before securing her ankles.She paused and tested the knots."They'll hold."Then she tore a strip of cloth from an old sack and carefully tied it ac