All Chapters of The Rejected Omega’s Revenge : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Kaelen POVI left the office and headed for the armory. I selected two daggers. A short sword and a blowgun with poisoned darts.This wasn't about fair fighting. This was about gathering information and staying alive.Silas met me at the gate exactly on time. He was dressed in black. Had his own weapons and looked more serious than I'd seen him in months."Ready?" I asked."Ready." He checked his sword. "Let's go catch some bad guys."We moved into the forest. Silent as shadows, two brothers hunting the same prey.The mill came into view just before midnight. Old stone structure with a broken wheel, windows that were dark and empty.But not abandoned. I could smell wolves, at least three. Maybe more inside."There," Silas whispered as he pointed at movement near the entrance.The messenger I'd caught earlier. Approaching the mill, looking nervous.He knocked. Three times. Paused. Two more times.A signal.The door opened, someone pulled him inside."Wait here," I told Silas. "I'm goin

Darius pov I stood quickly. Swallowed the sound with a fierce kiss. My lips crushed against hers. Hard enough to bruise. I spoke against her mouth. “Quiet, love. I don’t want your brothers rushing in here thinking I’m killing their little sister.”Her hands went to my chest. Fingers trembling as they found the buttons of my shirt. One by one she worked them free. The fabric parted slowly as she pushed it off my shoulders. Let it fall to the floor in a heap.The cool air hit my bare skin. Raised goosebumps along my arms. But her hands were warm as they slid down my chest. Over my ribs, traced the muscles of my stomach. Lower.She fumbled with the laces of my trousers. Her fingers shook. Whether from nerves or anticipation I couldn't tell. The ties came loose as she tugged the fabric down my hips. Past my thighs. I kicked them off and they landed somewhere in the shadows.Her eyes went wide when she saw me fully bare. Took the length of me. Hard and ready, aching for her.She reached

Beatrice POV"I claim nothing." I stepped closer. Close enough to see the lines around his eyes, the grey in his beard. "I'm telling you what happened. What the investigation proved, what my brothers discovered.""Your brothers." Damon looked at Theron as his gaze swept over each of them. "Who benefit greatly from having a sister appear. Who gains alliances, who gains sympathy, who gains political leverage.""We gain our family back." Theron's voice was ice cold. Each word is sharp. "That's all that matters.""Does it?" Damon turned back to me, his breath smelled like mint."Tell me, Lady Beatrice. How does it feel to go from servant to princess overnight? To suddenly have wealth and power and influence?"The question hit me as my cheeks burned. Heat crawled up my neck."It feels overwhelming." I met his eyes, held them even though my stomach twisted. "It feels surreal. It feels like I'm dreaming and might wake up back in Silvermist any second. But it's real. And I'm not lying.""Pret

Beatrice pov "Aren't here." I bit his earlobe gently. "It's just us."He groaned. "You're going to be the death of me.""But what a way to go." I started unbuttoning his shirt.He caught my hands. "We should stop.""Should we?" I looked at him through my lashes. "Or should we do exactly what we both want?"He stared at me for a long moment. War between responsibility and desire played across his face but desire won.He kissed me hard, lifted and carried me to the couch. His weight settled over me, solid and warm, his hips fitting perfectly between my thighs as if they'd been carved to match. The hard ridge of him pressed insistently through his trousers, the fabric rough against the thin silk of my gown. I felt every inch of him as he ground down slowly, deliberately, and a whimper escaped before I could swallow it back.His mouth swallowed the sound, tongue stroking deep as his fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head exactly where he wanted it. The kiss turned hungry, demanding

Darius pov Everything clicked, pieces falling into place. "Where does Mary live?""Staff quarters." Helen looked worried now, her hands twisting in her apron. "Third floor, Room twelve. Is she in trouble?""Maybe." Silas headed for the door, moving fast. "Darius, with me. Helen, no one leaves this kitchen until we return."We took the stairs two at a time, my thighs burning. Reached the third floor and found room twelve. The door was unlocked, handle turning easily in my grip. Inside, the room was empty. Too empty. The bed was made, corners tucked tight. Her belongings gone like no one had ever lived there. The air smelled stale, unused."She ran." I checked the closet, pulling the door open. Nothing but empty hangers. "She knew we'd figure it out.""Or someone warned her." Silas knelt by the bed, his knees hitting the floor with a thud. Pulled out a small wooden box from underneath as dust coated the lid. "Look at this."Inside the box were letters, dozens of them. All with the sam