บททั้งหมดของ The Rejected Omega's Redemption : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Becca moved quickly through the dimly lit corridors of the clinic, her hands tightening around the strap of the medical bag slung over her shoulder. It felt like the entire world was collapsing around her and she needed to find a way to put things back to the way they used to be.The stale scent of blood clung to the air, mixing with antiseptic and the musky tang of wolf sweat. Distant groans and labored breathing echoed down the halls, each sound tugging at the knot growing in her chest.She pushed open the infirmary door and stepped inside. The room was dim, lit by flickering lanterns that cast long shadows against the walls. Lyle lay on a narrow cot, his torso wrapped in stained bandages, followed by two other injured wolves. All three still bore deep claw marks and blood-matted fur, their clothes torn and soaked but thanks to Becca's medical expertise, they were healing."Lyle?" Becca called gently.His eyes fluttered open, his face pale and drenched in sweat. “Luna Becca,”

The dim light that filtered into the large chamber which was to serve as a place to hold their guests flickered as if it, too, was unsure of the darkness it shined through. The air smelled of uncertainty and an alien feeling that only made it obvious this wasn’t the same mansion she had spent several months in. Becca stirred first, her limbs heavy as if gravity had turned cruel overnight. A dull ache throbbed in the back of her head and her muscles protested with every slight movement.She was beginning to feel the strain from everything — The beast attack, Eugene’s unstable wolf going out of control and being kidnapped by a rival pack— that had happened last night.She blinked slowly, her eyes adjusting to the blurry, unfamiliar room. The walls weren't the same design she was used to and the docor of the room gave the atmosphere an aged feeling taht made everywhere look even more foreign.Her breath caught when she spotted a familiar figure lying beside her.“Mira,” she whispered

Max still had his hand on Eugene’s arm—firm but not aggressive—though Eugene’s body pulsed with wild rage. His dark eyes, vibrated now with something darker, remained locked onto Max’s. His muscles coiled beneath blood-streaked skin, veins bulging with barely contained power. One wrong word, one flicker of provocation, and Eugene would snap.But just before he could—A wind swept through the square, not natural nor summoned by storm, but of collective power. Councilor Hadrian and the other six council members entered in the middle of the debris-filled clearing. Their presence immediately silenced the few guards still standing. The council’s aura—calm yet heavy—filled the square like invisible chains.Hadrian stepped forward, his hood slipping down to reveal silver hair and piercing gray eyes. But even he paused.Eugene. His energy... it wasn’t just alpha power. It was something darker, deeper—feral.Hadrian narrowed his eyes but tucked the thought away. For now.“What in the go

Becca stood in the middle of the grand chamber, the stone floor cold beneath her feet. Despite the imposing size of the room, with towering arches and shimmering torches casting long shadows along the walls, she felt suffocated. Eyes bore into her from every direction—advisors, warriors, and nobles of the Vargus pack seated in a half circle behind their Alpha King.Her heart pounded in her chest. It wasn’t just fear or anxiety. It was the undeniable sense that her entire life had shifted on its axis.She swallowed hard, her voice echoing faintly as she spoke. "I will help your pack. I will do what you ask. But I want two things in return. First, once I have done what you brought me here for, I want to go back to the Blackwood pack immediately. Second, I want the truth. Everything. Every secret about my father that you think I don’t know."A long silence followed her words.The Alpha King leaned back on his throne, eyes assessing her. "You have courage. And determination. Two trait

The pain in Jack’s ribs was still fresh, his muscles sore and stiff as he pulled himself from the infirmary bed. Sweat clung to his brow, and his shirt stuck to his back. He ignored the protests of his body and the nurse yelling behind him. There was a rage swelling in his chest that overrode everything else.Becca and Mira were gone. When he had found out they were taken, it felt as if his entire world ceased to exist. All he could think about was Mira’s wellbeing and if she was being put through hell in that place.He needed to bring her back home.He stormed down the hallway without bothering to wear any shoes, his bare feet slapping against the cold stone floor of the Blackwood pack infirmary wing. His clenched fists trembled with fury, his jaw tight. This was the last thing he had expected to hear the moment he regained consciousness. The fluorescent ceiling lights cast harsh shadows over his sharp features. The further he walked, the more his mind spiraled.“I should’ve