All Chapters of THE REJECTED OMEGA: Claimed By The Hellhound King : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Darius POV “Darius…” she murmured, and I glared angrily at the guy whose hands were now on the floor, blood spattered across the ground. “How dare you touch her,” I snarled. Ria stood up immediately. “Let’s go,” she said, but I shook my head, my eyes already glowing red with rage. “Your Highness!” the man screamed, bowing instantly as the others followed, heads lowered in fear. Mira and Avery rushed to us, and I turned a sharp glare on them. “Where were you?” I demanded. “The toilet,” they replied in unison. I turned to Ria. “Let’s go,” I said, mind-linking Toran to throw the guy in the dungeon. I drove them all back to the palace. They were about to head to Avery’s room when I grabbed Ria’s hand and dragged her to mine. “You’re back so soon,” she said as soon as we entered the room “I didn’t mean to let him touch me. You saw me swat his hand away,” she added quickly. “I don’t want anyone touching you,” I growled. “All I could see was red.” She wrapped her a

Darius POV “Alpha Jake and his Beta are here to see you,” Toran mind-linked me just as a knock came at the door. I frowned, irritation bubbling beneath the surface. Of all the times… I turned my attention back to the beautiful woman beneath me. Her breath was ragged, her body trembling from the relentless pace I kept. “Do you trust me?” I asked, watching her carefully. She nodded without hesitation. “Good.” I smirked. “Someone is going to walk in now, but I won’t stop fucking you.” Her eyes widened. “I’m naked,” she whispered. “Not entirely” “They won’t see anything but your face… and the way you’re taking my cock so well. Understood?” She nodded again, cheeks flushed in both embarrassment and excitement. “Let them in,” I mind-linked Toran. The door opened seconds later, and Jake and his Beta stepped in. The moment Jake laid eyes on us, his expression shifted disbelief, then rage. His Beta turned away immediately, jaw clenched. “What… what is this?” Jake stammer

Rian’s POV The first thing I remembered when I woke up wasn’t the softness of the sheets or the way sunlight filtered through the curtains. It was him those piercing green eyes, the brief moment of recognition, the tension that lingered in the air like smoke. Jake. Of all people, why now? I sighed, rubbing my eyes and trying to push the memory away. But the image clung to me like morning dew on grass. That was Jake. Green-eyed, smug, unreadable Jake. L A knock at the door snapped me out of it. I blinked, sitting up and glancing at the clock. Late morning. Still in pajamas. Great. Another knock. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and padded barefoot to the door. When I opened it, a guard stood there, tall and composed, holding a bouquet of white lilies and a sleek black shopping bag. “From the King,” he said simply, offering them to me with a slight bow. “Oh,” I said, startled. “Thank you.” He nodded and turned on his heel without another word. I closed the d

Darius POV The training room wasn’t cold. Not with her in it. She slipped through the doors, quiet as moonlight, dressed in that fitted gear that hugged every line of her. Her hair was still mussed from sleep, eyes shadowed like she’d wrestled ghosts all night. Maybe she had. I had started early. Needed to work the frustration out of my muscles, clear my head. But the second she stepped into the room, every thought I’d buried rose to the surface like smoke in my lungs. “You didn’t sleep,” I said, breaking the silence. Her fingers curled around the staff I’d left out for her. “No.” I stepped forward, too close, probably, but I couldn’t help it. “Want to talk about it?” She shook her head. “I just want to train.” I nodded once and gestured toward the mat. “Then come at me.” She moved fast faster than yesterday. Her eyes sharpened with each strike, like the act of moving, of fighting, was the only thing keeping her together Her breathing quickened. So did mine.

Rian’s POV I woke to a morning light softer than I expected a pale gray haze filtering through the curtains like a promise. For a moment, I thought I’d dreamt the promise Darius made: “I’m claiming you publicly now.” But it echoed in my bones, a reality I couldn’t walk away from. I glanced at the small crest he gave me, sitting on the nightstand like a silent vow I couldn’t yet accept. My fingers hovered over it, then retreated. One step at a time, I reminded myself. A rustle on the other bed pulled my attention. Mira stirred, pulling the blanket high, her face pale but peaceful. I leaned over her and whispered, “Morning.” Mira cracked one eye open, then smiled. “Morning… Ria. You okay?” I brushed a lock of hair from her forehead. “Better now. How are you?” “Cookies and water,” she whispered, smirking. “That’s my breakfast. That and more water.” I laughed quietly. The sound felt good. “Good. Here,” I gently grabbed a pillow and hugged it to myself. “Catch me up?” “I’m