All Chapters of THE REJECTED OMEGA: Claimed By The Hellhound King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

The Rejected Bond

Rian’s POV I thought being mated to the Alpha would save me. That maybe just maybe the bond would mean something. That he would see me. Not as an Omega. Not as a burden. But as his mate. His forever. But what was I thinking? It shattered me. The Alpha rejected me in front of the entire pack like I was nothing. My wolf whimpered and went deathly quiet inside me, my heart breaking even softer, even deeper. Then I was saved. Not by a savior, a prince, or an alpha. I was claimed by the dangerous Lycan King. _______ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧________ “You filthy bitch,” one of the warriors spat, his words sharp and venomous as I accidentally stepped on his foot. He shoved me hard, sending me crashing to the ground. I winced, but stayed silent Being the lowest ranked wolf is a nightmare and a curse. No home. No family. My parents had abandone

Last Updated : 2025-06-11

Sold To The Monster King

Rian’s POV After crying my eyes out in Madam Sera’s room, she cooked for me and brought me food. Lylah didn’t leave my side we cried together. “I’m so sorry you were treated this way. Nobody deserves this,” she whispered, hugging me tightly. “I’ll be fine. Thank you for everything,” I murmured, and she nodded, gently patting my hair. I fell asleep afterward. The past few days have been unbearable. The torture has only worsened. The Alpha appointed his childhood sweetheart as Luna, driving the pain deeper into my heart and turning me into a joke to everyone else. I was on my way to the kitchen for work, as usual, when two pack warriors grabbed me and dragged me away. “Let me go! I didn’t do anything!” I screamed, struggling as their claws sank into my skin. One of them struck me with a silver belt, the searing pain weakening me instantly. I winced, helpless, as they dragged me toward the pack court. On the w

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A Dangerous Survival

Darius POV “Mate,” Ash growled, his voice low and primal the moment our eyes locked eyes locked. A jolt cracked through the air. She flinched, her body reacting before her mind could catch up. My muscles tensed as if a storm brewed inside me. Centuries had passed since I last felt that word stir something inside me since the Moon Goddess had taken and given nothing in return. Yet now, standing before me, trembling in a hot maid’s dress, and smelling of fear, she was there. An Omega. She stood frozen by the doorframe, the torchlight flickering over the sheen of sweat on her skin. Her hands clutched her sides, breath shaky, eyes wide—not in awe, but in panic. Her wolf cowered, invisible but present, its fear clinging to her like mist. I stepped forward. The wooden floor groaned beneath my feet. She backed away instinctively, her back pressing against the cold, hard wall. My power unraveled thread by thread, invisible and cold. Not a single finger lifted,

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Unclaimed

Rian’s POV I got back to the room, and Mira sprang up the moment I stepped in, her eyes red and puffy. She’d clearly been crying. “Rian, are you okay?” she asked, rushing toward me and wrapping her arms around me tightly, like she was afraid I might vanish. “I’m fine, Mira,” I murmured, though the words shook in my throat. I didn’t feel fine. Not at all. But how could I tell her that? She pulled back and stared at me like she was trying to find cracks in my skin. “You survived…” she breathed, tears forming again. “I thought you were dead. I thought he ” Her voice broke, and she pulled me into another hug. “I was so scared,” she whispered. “No one survives the King’s rut. No one.” I stiffened, her words sinking in. I had survived something meant to destroy me. That thought alone made my stomach churn. “I don’t know how,” I whispered. “But I’m still here.” “This is unbelievable,” she said, pulling back, her face pale but soften

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Bound and Broken

Rian’s POV Days passed, but I hadn’t seen the King since he gave me this room. Not a glance. Not a word. Just silence… and distance. I still rose early each morning and went to the kitchens, though no one ordered me to. The routine grounded me. Chopping vegetables. Scrubbing pans. Hauling baskets of laundry. It reminded me of who I was and who I wasn’t. Whispers followed me everywhere. They thought I couldn’t hear them, but I did. “She’s still alive?” “What kind of witchcraft is keeping her breathing?” “He must be playing with her. He’ll get bored soon.” Sometimes they didn’t even bother to lower their voices. Madam Serah gave me a tight-lipped nod when I arrived each day, allowing me to work but never treating me as anything other than an outsider. Others avoided me completely. Except Maya. She met me with a kind smile every time. She stood close when others stepped away, shared her portion of bread, and once, even brushed my hair when she found me crying in the corn

Last Updated : 2025-06-11

The Whip And The Warning

Darius POV I carried her to my chamber, her trembling body cradled against my chest. Each step I took was quick, purposeful, but careful too aware of every flinch, every broken breath she took. The sight of her earlier, bound and whipped, had stirred something dark and primal inside me. A gnawing pain. A fury I could no longer suppress. She didn’t deserve this. Not her. I laid her gently on the bed, her body limp but still conscious, and mindlinked Elira immediately. “Come to my chamber. Now.” My voice was rough, cracking with frustration and simmering rage. She arrived moments later, her healer’s satchel slung over her shoulder, filled with herbs and glistening vials. She bowed quickly. “Your Grace.” Without another word, she moved to Rian’s side, kneeling beside the bed. Her fingers were already working, assessing the wounds. “She was whipped,” I said flatly, jaw clenched. “Across her back.” Elira nodded grimly, her hands hovering over Rian’

Last Updated : 2025-06-16

The Weight Of Silence

Darius POV “My sister?” I asked again, needing to be absolutely certain. Toran nodded frantically. “Yes, Your Grace,” he confirmed, his voice rushed with urgency. A sickening twist formed in my gut. My sister. The only family I had left. “Where is she now?” I whispered, careful not to wake Rian, who lay sleeping soundly beside me. “The pack hospital,” Toran replied. I gave a brief nod, silently dismissing him with a flick of my fingers. Then I carefully pulled the duvet up to Rian’s chin, letting my fingers brush over her hair briefly before I turned and followed Toran out. The halls were quiet as we moved quickly through the palace and toward the hospital. A burning sense of dread simmered beneath my skin. When we arrived, I saw her—Avery—lying on the hospital bed, her body bruised and battered. Elira, the palace healer, stood beside her, dabbing her wounds gently. She looked so fragile. My chest tightened at the sight. She’s the only family I have

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Held, But Not Chosen

Rian’s POV A groan slipped past my lips as blinding sunlight spilled into the room, striking my face with unforgiving warmth. I blinked against the harsh rays, my body stiff and sore, every muscle aching like I’d been run over by a car. But the worst of it by far was the harsh sting on my back. It throbbed with every breath, sharp and angry beneath the bandages Elira had wrapped around me last night. The pain was a cruel reminder of everything that had happened. I shifted gingerly, sitting upright with a wince, and everything that happened last night with Darius came rushing back **LAST NIGHT** He stared at me in confusion his face unreadable. “Rejection?” he had asked, his voice low and unreadable. I nodded slowly, not bothering to hide the tremble in my limbs. “You hate me,” I had said, my voice breaking. “And I’m ready to be rejected again. It’s not the first time.” The silence that followed was thick and suffocating until he growled. A low, thr

Last Updated : 2025-06-16

The Stirring Wolf

Rian’s POV The kitchen always smelled of warmth fresh bread, roasted meat, and the faint trace of honeyed wine. It reminded me of the safe corners of my past, even if those were few and fleeting. I hadn’t meant to stay long. Just to check in on Mira,the maid who had taken a quiet liking to me since my arrival. She offered smiles, soft bread rolls, and silence when I needed it. But today, there was tension in the air thick and coiled, like a storm waiting to break. Mira was there, bustling between the tables, her dark curls bouncing as she spotted me. Her smile was genuine, a rare treasure in this place. “Rian! I didn’t think you’d come,” she whispered, hugging me and handing me a slice of warm bread. I accepted it gratefully, the simple kindness grounding me. “I wanted to see you,” I said softly, settling onto a nearby bench. “Oh, how much I’ve missed you.” “I heard what happened. I’m glad you’re okay now,” she said gently, and before I could reply A

Last Updated : 2025-06-16

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