All Chapters of The Rejected Omega’s Revenge : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Darius POV I made it back to Ashthorn territory just before dawn. My patrol team had already reported in, so no one questioned where I'd been. I went straight to my quarters, stripped off my clothes, and collapsed onto my bed. Sleep didn't come. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Beatrice's face. The way she'd looked so small and lost in that clearing. The moment her wolf tried to emerge. The sound of her brothers claiming her. My mate was a Wynter princess. The Moon Goddess had one hell of a sense of humor. Rowan was still restless, pacing in my mind. We should go back, he kept saying. She needs us. "She has four brothers and an entire pack to take care of her," I said out loud to my empty room. "She doesn't need a random beta." She's our mate, Rowan insisted. That makes us more than random. I rolled over and stared at the ceiling. The mate bond was getting stronger now that I'd been close to her. It pulled at my chest, uncomfortable and insistent. Every instinct I had

Beatrice POV I'd been at Wynterhold for three days when the weird things started happening. The first incident was at breakfast. A servant was pouring my tea when she suddenly stopped and bowed her head. Not to Theron, who was sitting at the head of the table. To me. "My lady," she murmured, her voice full of respect. I blinked. "You don't have to" "She does, actually," Silas said, looking up from his papers with interest. "That's pack protocol. You're the alpha's sister. You outrank everyone except your brothers." The servant finished pouring and backed away, still keeping her head lowered. I watched her go, uncomfortable with the deference. "I don't like it," I said. "Like what?" Corin asked. "People bow to me. Treating me like I'm special." I pushed my eggs around my plate. "I was one of them three days ago." "No," Theron said firmly. "You were never one of them. You were always our sister. You just didn't know it yet." "That's a nice way of saying I was living a lie," I

Beatrice POVI found Corin in his workshop the next morning. The room smelled like herbs and something sweet I couldn't identify. Shelves lined every wall, packed with jars and bottles and dried plants hanging from hooks. A large table dominated the center, covered in mortars and pestles and various tools I didn't recognize.He looked up when I knocked on the open door. "Come in," he said with a warm smile. "You're up early.""Couldn't sleep," I admitted, stepping inside. The scent of lavender was stronger near the door. "What are you making?""Sleeping draft for one of the pack elders. She's having nightmares." Corin crushed something in a mortar, his movements practiced and efficient. "Is that why you're here? I can make something for you too.""No. I mean, maybe. But that's not why I came." I moved closer to the table, watching his hands work. "I wanted to ask you something.""Anything," Corin said."Why don't you hate me?"His hands stilled. He looked up, confusion clear on his fa

Beatrice POVI found Silas in what he called his "war room" the next afternoon. Papers covered every surface. Books stacked on chairs. A map of pack territories hung on one wall with little pins stuck all over it."Knock knock," I said from the doorway.Silas looked up from a document he'd been scribbling on. His blue eyes lit up when he saw me. "Beatrice! Perfect timing. I need a break before my brain melts.""That sounds dramatic," I said."I'm a dramatic person." He shoved papers off a chair and gestured for me to sit. "What brings you to my chaos?"I sat down carefully. The chair wobbled. "I wanted to ask about something Theron mentioned. About my inheritance?""Ah yes. The money talk." Silas grinned. "Everyone's favorite subject.""I don't care about the money," I said quickly."You should." He pulled out a folder from a stack and flipped it open. "You're entitled to a quarter of the Wynter estate. That's land, investments, businesses, and a rather impressive pile of gold that ou

Beatrice POVI woke up to find breakfast on a tray outside my door. Again. Fresh pastries, fruit, and tea was still hot in its pot. A note in Corin's handwriting said "Eat something. Please."It was the fourth morning in a row.I brought the tray inside and sat on my bed, staring at the food. My stomach twisted. Not from hunger but guilt.I didn't deserve this.The thought came automatically. I tried to push it away like Corin had taught me, but it stuck. All this attention, this care, this love. It felt wrong. Like wearing clothes that didn't fit.A knock interrupted my thoughts."Come in," I called.Theron entered. He looked tired. Dark circles under his eyes. But he smiled when he saw me."You're awake," he said."Barely," I admitted.He gestured to the chair. "May I?"I nodded. He sat down and looked at the untouched breakfast tray."Not hungry?" he asked."I don't know," I said honestly.Theron was quiet for a moment. Then he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Talk