Todos los capítulos de The Rejected Omega’s Revenge : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

"A month too long." His thumb stroked over my knuckles. "I've thought about you every single day.""I've thought about you too," I admitted."Good thoughts?" His smile was hopeful."Very good thoughts." I stepped closer. "Darius, I""Before you say anything." He pulled a small box from his pocket. "I brought you something, a courting gift."He opened the box. Inside was a delicate bracelet made of silver and moonstone. Each stone glowed with inner light."It's beautiful," I whispered."It's spelled." He took it from the box. "If you're ever in danger, if you need me, just touch the center stone. I'll feel it. I'll come."He clasped it around my wrist. The metal was warm against my skin. The moonstones pulsed in time with my heartbeat."Thank you," I said. "But Darius, I need to tell you something.""Tell me." He was still holding my hand."I don't want to wait anymore." The words tumbled out. "I want you. Want this, want us. I'm ready."His eyes darkened. "Ready for what, exactly?""E

Darius POV After dinner, Akita showed Beatrice to her rooms. I tried not to think about her sleeping three floors above me. Tried not to imagine going to her, tried to be patient instead i failed spectacularly. Maro found me pacing the training yard an hour later. "You're going to wear a hole in the ground." "I can't sleep," I admitted. "Obviously." He sat on a bench. "Talk to me, what’s wrong?" "Nothing's wrong." I stopped pacing. "Everything's perfect. She's here. She wants me, we have a whole week." "And?" Maro prompted. "And I'm terrified I'll mess it up." The words burst out. "What if I'm not what she needs? What if the bond isn't as strong as we think? What if she realizes she made a mistake?" "Darius." Maro stood and grabbed my shoulders. "Listen to me. That girl looks at you like you hung the moon. She rode here knowing exactly what would happen. She chose you." "But she's alpha-born," I said. "Royal bloodline with powerful magic. And I'm just" "Just a beta who's be

Beatrice pov He didn’t answer with words. He just kept moving lower.His mouth left a trail of wet kisses down my stomach. When he reached the hollow of my hip he bit softly, then soothed the spot with his tongue. I was trembling, legs falling open on their own.He settled between them, hands sliding under my thighs to spread me wider. Cool air hit slick, swollen skin and I whimpered. Then his mouth was on me—no teasing, no hesitation. His tongue dragged up my center in one long, firm lick that tore a broken moan from my throat.He did it again. And again. Slow, deliberate strokes that ended with the flat of his tongue pressing hard against my clit. My hips bucked; he pinned them down and kept going, licking into me, tasting how wet I was for him. When he closed his lips around my clit and sucked, I screamed, back bowing off the grass.Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. I clenched around them instantly. He curled them, stroked once, twice, and my whole body lit up. H

Beatrice POV That night at dinner, I tried to remember everything Lady Meredith taught me. Sat up straight. Held my fork properly, made polite conversation. Halfway through the meal, I reached across the table for the salt. Everyone froze. "What?" I asked. "You're supposed to ask someone to pass it," Maro said gently. "Not reach." My face burned. "Right, sorry." "Don't apologize." Brennan passed me the salt. "These things take time to learn." But I felt like a failure. Like I was playing dress-up in a life that didn't fit. Darius found me on the balcony after dinner, staring at the moon. "Talk to me," he said. "I keep messing up," I admitted. "Every time I think I'm getting it right, I do something wrong. Reach for things I should ask for. Say the wrong thing to the wrong person, forget which curtsy goes with which rank." "So?" He leaned against the railing beside me. "You're learning. That's what matters." "What if I never learn?" The fear spilled out. "What if I

Darius POV "I know," I told him. "But we'll help her. We'll be patient. We'll love her until she believes she's worthy of it.""What if it's not enough?" he asked quietly. "What if we're not enough?""We have to be," I replied. "Because the alternative is unacceptable."That evening, Brennan found me alone in the study. He closed the door and sat down across from me."Talk to me, son," he said."About what?" I tried to play ignorant."About the fact that you're barely holding it together." His voice was kind but firm. "About your mate who's drowning in trauma. About how you're trying to save her and yourself at the same time.""I'm fine," I said."You're not." Brennan leaned forward. "And that's okay. Being a mate to someone with her history is hard. It's supposed to be hard. But you can't do it alone.""I have to," I said. "She needs me to be strong.""She needs you to be human," he corrected. "Or wolf, rather. She needs to see that you struggle too. That you're not some perfect her