All Chapters of The Omega's Choice : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“—have rejected you…”Nox’s last word hangs in the air, a raw, ragged wound, ripped open anew. The pain of it is a sharp, agonizing stab to my heart, mirrored by the desolation in his eyes. He is a shell, a hollowed-out version of the powerful Alpha he once was, his face a canvas of betrayal and self-loathing. His confession—the horrifying truth of his mother’s deceit, her calculated murder of his father, the insidious manipulation that led to my public humiliation and his downfall—crashes over me in relentless waves. It's too much. Everything is too much.My mind is a chaotic whirlwind, a thousand fragmented thoughts colliding and exploding. His mother. Selene. A murderer. She killed Nox’s father. And then she lied to Nox, created a monstrous curse, all to keep him from me. To keep him from his true mate. The truth, raw and brutal, twists my heart. If she hadn’t intervened, if she hadn’t woven her insidious web of lies, Nox would have never rejected me. He would have chosen me

The cabin air, once so heavy with the weight of Nox’s revelations, now feels oddly light, almost hollow. After what felt like an eternity of chilling truths and a fucked up revelation of the actual reality we have on our hands, I decide I’ve had enough. My mind is a spiraling mess, and all I crave is the solitary quiet of my own cabin. I push myself away from the wall I've been leaning on, the movement slow and deliberate, a clear signal that the conversation, for now, is over. Silas just nods, his expression grim but understanding. Nox, however, watches me with that same puppy-eyed intensity, a silent plea in his gaze.I step out into the cold night air, letting the damp chill burn my lungs. It’s a welcome sensation, a sharp sting that, paradoxically, calms the frantic thrumming in my mind. The rain has lessened to a soft drizzle, settling like a fine mist on my skin. I hug myself, walking quickly, the familiar path to the mountain trail that leads to my cabin a dark ribbon wind

I didn't think it would be easy, goddess no. Before Tamsin came back, I had tried so desperately to myself in her shoes.Rejected and treated I'll by the one that fate had destined for you. Each and every time I did that, it felt like I was dying. And then I'd remember that I was the one that rejected and treated her bad for literally doing nothing.And when I remember that, I die for a few hours. Not in the literal sense, of course.When she left me on the trail that night, she was right that Lior was right. I was a bitch...I probably am still a bitch, just a humbled version since I've lost everything.That made me think for a while.What was the point of all my attitude? I was the fool and my mother, Zara and Lior knew that. I would bitch around, but they knew that I didn't have any real power even though I was Alpha.I did everything I was asked by my mother so in actual sense, she had the–"Fuck!" I yelp, stumbling back, my heart launching itself into my throat. A blur of silver

"Maybe you should slow down a bit? How about that?" Cyan barks at me as I skip down the steep trail, my feet practically dancing over the loose gravel. He’s right, of course. I’m moving like a lunatic, a giddy, oversized puppy.I’m the happiest man in the world after Tamsin offered… no, ordered I stay with her at the cabin. At first, as we did the dishes together, the steam rising between us, I fought back a heck load of tears. I tried my best to contain my emotions, not wanting to look as vulnerable as I felt, so she wouldn't pity me more than she already does. But the water felt warm against my hands, and her presence was so close, so real. It was a struggle.However, as soon as I stepped out of that cabin, the crisp mountain air hitting my face, I realized one thing. I’m going to be living with her. I'll wake up to the scent of strawberries and sleep to the scent of strawberries. We'll be in the same space, under the same roof. It'll no longer be me watching her from outside w

There are things no one would ever tell you. For example, how it feels like to stare at the love of your life from across the room as she takes in the dinner you spent three and a half hours preparing. Beautiful. It feels absolutely beautiful.I could tell from the way her eyes lit up that she wasn't expecting anything of this sort. I can also tell from the way her heart rate picked up pace; her wolf is beyond pleased. Cyan is practically preening in my head, a smug, satisfied rumble. "See, I told you. She loves it.""Are you trying to earn your keep?" she asks, walking further into the kitchen. She's trying so desperately hard to hide her smile, but failing miserably. The corners of her lips are twitching, fighting to stay neutral, but there's a definite upward curve. I don't think she knows her smile broke through, but either way, I'm way over the moon to see her pleased with me. My chest expands, a warmth spreading through me that has nothing to do with the heat of the stove.