All Chapters of THE REJECTED OMEGA: Claimed By The Hellhound King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rian’s POV The door slammed shut behind me, the sound sharp and loud enough to make Mira jump. She was already waiting inside, her hands folded neatly as if she was ready to serve, but her eyes softened the moment they met mine. I barely looked at her. “Another night of being dismissed like I’m a passing thought,” I muttered, sliding down against the door until my back hit the cold wood. “He can call me whenever, touch me whenever… then tell me to leave like I’m nothing.” Mira didn’t say anything, but the way her eyes lingered on me said more than words could. She had been there when the king had summoned me to his hut again—when his touch came rough and quick and meaningless. When afterward, he looked at me as though I were a broken thing to be discarded. I swallowed the lump in my throat. I hated how much it hurt, how deeply his cold dismissal cut into me. “You’re not nothing,” Mira said softly, crossing the room to kneel beside me. “Not to me. Not to anyone who sees yo

Rian’s POV Imagine him thinking he can just say he wants to make amends—like that’s enough. After everything. After treating me like a damned sex toy and tossing me aside like I was nothing. If he thinks he can waltz back into my life and fix it all with soft words, he’s got another thing coming. He’s going to have to try a lot harder than that. It was another boring day, the kind that stretched endlessly within the palace walls. No visitors. No errands. Just the quiet suffocation of my thoughts and this empty room. “Let’s go out to the garden,” Mira said suddenly, breaking the silence. I let out a long sigh, dragging my eyes away from the ceiling. “I don’t want to see him.” It wasn’t just about avoiding him—it was the ache in my chest, the twist in my stomach whenever I thought about facing him again. What would I even say if he tried to talk to me? That he’d ruined something in me I hadn’t even known was whole? “Maybe he just wants to make amends, Ri…” Mira said softl

Rian’s POV I didn’t mean to fall asleep in his chamber. It wasn’t part of the plan. There was no plan, really. Only a storm inside me I didn’t know how to quiet, and a voice I hadn’t heard in years whispering truths I couldn’t ignore. I was confused. Torn between wanting to run and this unbearable pull toward him—toward Darius. But sleep crept in slowly, curling its fingers around me like a warm fog, and before I knew it, the tension in my chest loosened. The book lay closed on the table beside the bed. My wolf—the voice I thought I’d lost forever—was silent now, but present. I could feel her curled somewhere deep inside me like an ember, pulsing faintly with warmth. I’d fallen asleep wrapped in that feeling. And wrapped in him. His arm was heavy across my waist, his body a wall of heat behind me. The sound of his breathing was steady, calming, like the world had stopped spinning for just a moment. But as my eyes fluttered open and the pale morning light filtered in throu

Darius POV She didn’t pull away. For a moment, time stilled. Her lips—warm, uncertain—moved against mine. My hands gripped the back of her neck, terrified she would change her mind and vanish again, but she didn’t. She stayed. She kissed me back. The air between us thickened with something fragile and electric. My eyes remained closed, savoring the unfamiliar weight of her surrender, her trust. It was soft—tentative, but real. And then, just as I let myself believe this moment was truly ours, her body tensed. She pulled away. Her breath hitched. Her wide eyes blinked fast, panic flickering in their depths. Her fingers trembled slightly at her sides as she stared at me—no, through me as if seeing ghosts of her past come alive in my face. She backed away slowly, spun on her heel, and fled the room. The door clicked shut behind her, the sound impossibly loud in the quiet. And I stood there, still. The ghost of her lips lingered on mine, the scent of her still clinging t

Rian’s POV After we ate, we made our way back to the pool, the late sun casting golden streaks across the water’s surface. Neither of us said much. The silence wasn’t heavy just thoughtful. I kicked off my shoes and let my legs dangle into the cool water. Darius didn’t sit right away. He just stood there, watching me like he could hear every thought I wasn’t saying. Finally, he lowered himself beside me, his hand brushing against mine as he leaned back on his palms. We had been dancing around the subject all afternoon, and I knew I couldn’t hold it in much longer. “My wolf is back,” I said quietly, staring at the ripples breaking around my ankles. His head turned sharply. “Really?” His voice was a mix of disbelief and curiosity. “But… the healer said it was going to take time. That you were still weak.” “I know,” I said. “But it was sudden. Like… like she’d just been waiting for the right moment.” He didn’t say anything at first. His brows pulled together like he was t