Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE REJECTED OMEGA: Claimed By The Hellhound King : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Rian’s POV The training grounds had become my second home. I knew the scent of sweat on worn leather, the way the wind whistled off a thrown dagger, the soft thud of bare feet on sun-warmed sand. I was getting faster. Sharper. Stronger. Darius said I moved like I was born for it. But no matter how much I trained, I couldn’t shake the weight of eyes on my back judging, whispering. Since he claimed me publicly, it hadn’t been celebration it was rejection. The court looked at me like I’d crawled up from the dirt and ruined their polished floors. Daughters of noble houses whispered behind fans. Servants stiffened when they saw me coming. I was the king’s chosen—but to them, still just an omega. It didn’t matter that Darius defended me in council, or that I stood by his side through every glare. Every smile felt sharp. Every glance, a blade. Only with him did I find peace. He never once looked at me like I was less. But lately, something had been growing in me..a restlessness I

Rian’s POV He took care of me that night. Darius didn’t ask questions—not at first. He swept into the room like vengeance with bare arms and fire in his gaze, but when he found me trembling on the blood-slicked floor, he became something else. Something quieter. Fiercer. He crossed the distance, sword forgotten, and dropped to his knees beside me. His hands hovered near my shoulders, hesitant—like I might shatter if he touched me wrong. “I’m fine,” I rasped. It was a lie. I was anything but fine. My skin still pulsed with leftover light. The dagger, slick with blood, had rolled to the side. My limbs shook with too much adrenaline. Too much power. Still, Darius wrapped his arms around me like he believed I’d vanish if he didn’t. He tucked my head under his chin and just held me. I let him. I let myself lean into his warmth, even as fear clawed at my throat. Not just from the assassin—but from myself. From the silver magic that had exploded out of me like a star gone no

Rian’s POV It had been weeks. Mira had returned home to check on her clan. Avery had gone to the capital on court business. I hadn’t realized how much I missed them until now—until I felt safe in their presence again. Then I told them everything. About the attack. About the emissary. About the dreams. And then—I told them the truth. What I was. What I had always been. “A hybrid,” I said quietly. “Half-witch. Half-wolf. My mother hid it. My father never knew. But it’s why I survived the fire. It’s why I keep seeing things before they happen.” Neither of them said a word at first. Mira only blinked. “That explains a lot,” she said, then picked up her tea and took a sip like I’d told her I preferred black over sweetened. Avery tilted her head, brows raised. “You thought we’d hate you for that?” “I’ve been hated for less,” I said, the words sharp around the edge. “Darius could’ve rejected me. Banished me. But he didn’t.” “No,” Avery said softly, “he wouldn’t.” They

Darius POV She was late. Not by much—twenty minutes, maybe. But Rian wasn’t the kind of woman who lost track of time, especially not after the week we’d had. She’d promised to speak to Avery before moving her things into my wing. She was laughing when she left. Light in a way I hadn’t seen her in days. Now that laughter echoed in my mind like a knife being slowly drawn across stone. I waited another five minutes. Then I moved. The corridor outside my chambers was quiet. My guards straightened at my approach, offering small bows. “Have you seen Rian?” I asked. They exchanged glances. “She passed through heading toward Lady Avery’s quarters about half an hour ago.” “And after?” A beat of silence. Too long. “No, my king.” My throat went tight. I nodded, turned, and walked—fast. By the time I reached Avery’s wing, the anxiety had turned acidic in my stomach. Mira opened the door, hair damp from a bath, wrapped in a robe. “Where’s Rian?” I asked, voice sharper

Toran POV They had me in chains. Good. Let them believe they’d caught the villain. Let them think this was justice. They didn’t realize this was part of the plan. Darius’s dungeon was colder than I remembered. Damp stone, rusted iron, the faint scent of mold and forgotten blood. I’d sent men here myself. Criminals. Spies. Dissidents. Traitors. Now I sat in their place. The irony tasted sweet on my tongue. The guards had beaten me, hoping for answers. But they didn’t understand me. No one did. Not really. Not Darius. Not his precious little council. Certainly not Rian, the half-blood princess who stole his reason. They all thought I served the crown. But I didn’t. I served myself. From the moment I stepped into the court, I knew the truth — I was smarter than them. Sharper. Hungrier. Darius had been handed power like it was a birthright, and he wore it like a burden. He never had the stomach for rulership. He wanted to guide, to inspire. I wanted to rule. I wa