Todos los capítulos de THE REJECTED OMEGA'S FATE: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Aurora’s POV“I’ll just wait for you out here,” I called out to Luca. Then I went back and sat on the bed, looking around the room closely. “Aurora?” he called, but I stayed mute. He came out of the bathroom and was surprised to see me on the bed. “Why are you here?” He asked me. “Because, I don’t know why you asked me to come to the bathroom, would you mind telling me?” I asked him, he placed his hand on his waist as he walked up to me. “You’re already half naked, why do I need to come in there?” I asked, looking away, struggling not to look at his abs. “Aurora, a good employee, never disobeys her boss. You are not allowed to question me,” He groaned deeply, forcing me to look back at him. He was standing pretty close to me and his groin was just in front of my face. I bit my bottom lips as I lifted my gaze, up his abs and then his chest that was heaving slightly, his neck– jaw line and then his breath taken face. I gasped lightly as I blinked at him. He looked like he had come f

Aurora’s POV“What is wrong with him now?” I asked myself out loud as I paced the room. Why wouldn’t he even open the door? I grunted as I dropped on the bed. “What do I do?” I bit my finger, my chest was heaving and there was tension in the air, it was getting too difficult to breath with all these pangs driving through my chest. I ran my hand to my chest as I threw my head back, closing my eyes slowly. “What was this– Pain?” I thought. Was it because Luca was hurting? Why was I feeling this way? I thought. Luca growled again and I gasped, shooting my eyes open. “Luca?” I screamed, rushed to my feet and I raced to the bathroom door to knock. “Luca, open up, I would help you.”“You can’t help me, Aurora. Check th– ugh. The shelves on the table under the mirror. You will get the keys. Take it and– Ugh. Get out!!” He growled at me through his pain.I pinched my eyes shut as his voice echoed in my head. “What?! No.” I shook my head. “I am not leaving you like this.”“You swore– not o

Aurora’s POVI turned the lock like he’d told me to, clicking the door shut behind me as I left. My hands were trembling even though I tried to steady them. The sound of the bolt sliding into place echoed in the quiet room, far louder than it should have seemed.I leaned against the door for a moment, trying to slow down my breathing. I had never seen anything like what I’d just witnessed. The shift. His eyes. The way he looked at me like I anchored him in place. Like I was his one rope, the last thread to his humanity.Why?Why had my presence seemed to calm him?I pressed my palms to my face, trying to make sense of it, but there were no answers. Just a tangle of questions that kept tightening the longer I sat there in silence.Maybe I should go after him.The thought came and it sounded ridiculous even, but it lodged itself in my mind. What if he needed help? What if something happened to him out there?I pushed away from the door and paced the room.“No,” I muttered to myself,

Aurora’s POV The camp wasn’t the same after the scout’s words were announced. It was like someone had ripped the thin layer of calm off everything, and now the air buzzed with nerves and suspicion. The rogues who had been sharpening blades or laughing around fires just hours ago moved with tighter shoulders, their eyes cutting toward the eastern ridge as if they could see the danger crawling closer through the trees. Spoiler alert; they couldn't. I felt it too—the shift, the unease—but I felt something else pressing on me more heavily. The way their gazes lingered when they thought I wouldn’t notice. Not Only curiosity and resentment. But the fear and distrust too. I tried to ignore it, to busy myself with the small things I could do. Filling water buckets, stacking firewood, mending one of the torn tarps with clumsy stitches that made my fingers ache. The work was simple, grounding even, but it didn’t erase the way people skirted around me like I was a wolf trap set in

Aurora’s POVI could feel it the second I stepped out of my tent. The stares.I was almost tempted to ask the lot of them if they had nothing better to do than to keep record of my every movement.It wasn’t like the rogues had ever welcomed me with open arms, but now? Now it was just worse. Since Luca doubled patrols and tightened rules, their mood had gone sour, and I had somehow turned into the easiest scapegoat.Whispers followed me everywhere. I kept walking like I hadn’t heard a thing. My chin was held up high and my eyes were straight forward. That was the only way to survive here, pretend their words slid right off me. But they didn’t. They dug deep into my skin, scraping at the part of me that already wondered if maybe they were right.I was an outsider. I didn’t belong here. And the harder I tried to blend in, the clearer it became that I couldn’t.I tried to keep busy. It was the only thing that helped.My usual routine. I carried water when I could, helped with firewood.