All Chapters of The Rejected Omega’s Revenge : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Beatrice pov No. The word hit me like a punch to the gut, though Eamon hadn't spoken it aloud yet. I could see it in his eyes, in the way his face twisted with disgust and panic.The mate bond snapped into place between us like a chain made of moonlight and pain. Every nerve in my body sang with awareness of him, every breath carried his scent. This was supposed to be the most beautiful moment of my life.Instead, it felt like dying.All my life, I'd imagined this moment differently. My mate would step forward with wonder in his eyes, not revulsion. He'd pull me close and whisper that he'd been searching for me, that I was everything he'd hoped for. The pack would celebrate instead of mock. My mate would defend me, claim me proudly regardless of my rank. I'd finally have someone who chose me, who saw value in the girl everyone else overlooked. Those fantasies felt so foolish now, childish dreams shattering against the rocks of reality. I should have known better than to hope for an

Beatrice pov Three weeks passed after the inter-pack gathering. Three weeks of pretending my world hadn't ended, of serving meals and cleaning floors while my chest felt hollow and broken.The servant's quarters had always been cold, but now they felt like a tomb. I shared the space with five other unmated wolves—outcasts and orphans who had nowhere else to go. They tried to be kind after my rejection, but pity was almost worse than cruelty."You could come with us to the market today," offered Nessa, a quiet girl whose parents had died in a rogue attack. "Get out of the pack house for a while."I shook my head, folding another load of laundry. "Too much work to do."The truth was, I couldn't bear the stares. Word of my rejection had spread to neighboring packs. Everywhere I went, wolves looked at me with curiosity or disgust, whispering about the servant girl who'd dared to dream above her station.My daily routine had become a prison. Wake before dawn, start the fires in the kitche

Darius pov I stayed at the edge of the clearing, watching Beatrice process what the Wynter brothers were telling her. Every instinct I had screamed at me to go to her, to comfort her, to make sure she was okay.But this wasn't my moment. This was hers."You need to sit down," Corin said. The second-oldest brother moved toward Beatrice with the careful approach of a healer. "You're in shock."Beatrice let him guide her to a fallen log. She was shaking, her grey eyes wide and unfocused. The locket dangled from her fingers."This doesn't make sense," she said. Her voice was so small, so lost. "I'm nobody. I'm just a servant.""You were never just a servant." Theron crouched in front of her. The Lord Alpha of Wynterhold looked like he wanted to reach out and touch her but wasn't sure if he was allowed to. "You're our blood. Our family."Silas, the third brother, pulled out a small leather folder from a pack one of my warriors had brought. He flipped it open and showed Beatrice a series o

Darius pov I followed them. I knew I shouldn't. I knew it was pathetic. But I couldn't make myself leave.My patrol had split off hours ago, returning to Ashthorn with a story about routine border checks. I'd told them I was going to investigate the rogue activity further. What I was actually doing was trailing the Wynter convoy at a distance, staying downwind so they wouldn't catch my scent.Rowan thought I was being ridiculous. She's safe with her family. We should go home.I can't, I told him. Not yet.My wolf didn't understand. But then, I barely understood it myself. The mate bond was new and raw, pulling at my chest like a hooked line. Every mile that grew between us made it worse.The convoy stopped at the Wynterhold border. I watched from a ridge overlooking the road as guards in formal uniforms checked the vehicles through. The gate itself was massive, wrought iron decorated with wolves and winter stars—the Wynter family crest.Beyond the gate, I could see lights in the dist