All Chapters of THE REJECTED OMEGA'S FATE: Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

Luca’s POVMorning came, but it didn’t bring any sense of peace.The air around the camp was heavier than usual, like everyone had woken up with the same storm cloud over their heads. I didn’t even need to hear the whispers to know that things were getting worse. You could feel it in the way the rogues moved, tense, suspicious, watching each other like someone was about to snap.And Aurora… yeah, she stood out in the middle of all that. She always did. She had this way of carrying herself, quiet but unyielding, and that only made them more restless. The rogues didn’t like what they didn’t understand, and Aurora was a puzzle they didn’t even want to solve. She was just… in the way, to them.I couldn’t pretend not to notice the glares anymore. They followed her everywhere she went.The men were careful not to make it too obvious in front of me, but I wasn’t blind. I saw the way one of the younger rogues muttered something under his breath as she passed. I heard the sharp laugh that

Luca’s POVUnrest.Yeah, that’s definitely the word for it. It hung in the air like a thick, suffocating blanket, more oppressive than smoke and denser than the heaviest fog you can imagine. The rogues around me were still going about their day-to-day tasks—training hard, patrolling the borders, grabbing a bite to eat, and doing their best to put on a brave face, acting like everything was just peachy. But I could sense it, you know? It was like a low hum vibrating beneath the surface. The way their eyes flickered—there was a nervousness there, and the sharpness in their voices was unmistakable.These outsiders, they weren’t just eerie shadows lurking in the trees anymore. No, they’d seeped into our minds, twisting our thoughts and perceptions until everything felt warped and wrong—something ugly was taking root. It was as if the fear was a parasite, gorging itself on our sanity.If I didn’t manage to grab hold of this situation soon, I had a horrible feeling we’d end up tearing each

Luca’s POVThe horn still rang in my ears when I stepped into the center of the camp. My men were already gathering—faces pale, jaws tight, and hands clutching their weapons like lifelines. The air buzzed with a potent mix of fear and adrenaline. A tense, suffocating silence fell over the crowd as every rogue’s eyes turned toward me, waiting for my command.I raised my voice, making sure it carried to the edges of the clearing. "Listen to me!"The noise stilled instantly. Every rogue's eyes turned toward me, waiting.“They want us cowering,” I said, scanning their faces. “They think fear will weaken us. They think fire and horns and empty threats will make us scatter like rats. But that’s not who we are. We're a family forged in fire. We’ve fought for every inch of this land, every breath we take. We won't surrender it to ghosts of the past or to anyone who thinks they can take it.”A murmur of agreement rippled through the crowd. Shoulders straightened. A low growl rumbled in someone

Luca’s POVThe fire had spread faster before anyone could eben think to contain it, licking along the outer tents and turning the night into a nightmare painted in orange and black. Smoke choked the air, making every breath feel suffocating. My muscles screamed from running, slashing, lifting bodies out of the way, and still, there was no time to rest.I could feel the chaos in every corner of the camp. Rogues clashed with enemy wolves, some holding their ground, others faltering under the sudden onslaught. I had no time to mourn mistakes or lost men—every second counted. Every gap in the defenses could be the difference between our survival or slaughter.I moved like a storm, slashing through attackers who came too close, issuing commands between breaths. “Left flank, hold the line! Cover the eastern ridge! Do not let them break through!” My voice cut through place, carrying over the roar of combat.Even amidst the chaos, one fact gnawed at me, sharper than any blade. The attackers

Luca's POVThe air in the camp was heavy, thick with smoke, blood, and the scent of charred wood. Wolves moved cautiously, ears flat, teeth bared, bodies tense as they watched the aftermath of the battle. I could feel the tension radiating from every direction, every glance cast in suspicion or fear. And then there were the murmurs-always the murmurs-about what had happened tonight, about the decision I'd made, about her.Kai was alive.And everyone wanted to see him dead.I had expected as much. The rogues, my own people, were breathing down my neck , eyes wide with adrenaline and frustration. They had fought, bled, and lost comrades tonight. And now the one enemy alpha standing, barely, barely conscious... they wanted revenge. Justice. Blood. I understood that, I did. But I also understood the consequences of letting that vengeance go unchecked."Kai is to live," I said firmly, my voice carrying over the low chatter and muttering. Heads snapped to me. Eyes narrowed, some faces twi