All Chapters of The Rejected Omega’s Revenge : Chapter 81 - Chapter 87

Beatrice POV I stared at myself in the mirror and barely recognized the woman looking back. The gown was stunning, a deep emerald silk that hugged my curves before flowing to the floor. The fabric was cool against my skin, sliding up when I moved. Silver embroidery traced patterns along the bodice as my mother's moonstone necklace rested on my throat. The stone was warm, pulsing faintly against my collarbone like it had a heartbeat of its own. My hair was swept up. Corin had helped with small braids woven through loose curls that cascaded down my back. A few loose strands brushed my bare shoulders. I looked like a queen. "You're beautiful," Luna whispered in my mind. "Finally seeing what we've always known." "Stop." I touched the necklace, feeling the smooth surface under my fingertips. "You'll make me cry and ruin the makeup." A knock at the door interrupted me as Theron entered and stopped. "Beatrice." He stared. "You look exactly like Mother did at her ball." "Is that good?"

Darius POVI was talking to Alpha Brennan when my instincts screamed. Something was wrong.I turned, scanned the crowd. Found Beatrice by the refreshment table, her green dress bright against the darker crowd. A server was handing her a goblet with a green label. The special vintage.But the server's movements were off, too careful. Their hands didn't shake like a nervous servant's should. And their scent, masked with something artificial."Excuse me." I cut off Brennan mid-sentence, already moving. Started pushing toward Beatrice through clusters of guests.She lifted the goblet to her lips, the crystal catching candlelight."No!" I shouted and broke into a run, shoving people aside. People turned, some stared as the server looked at me, eyes widening. And ran.I tackled him before he made it three steps and slammed him to the ground, marble cold and hard under my knees. The goblet flew from Beatrice's hand. Shattered on the floor, the pieces skittering."What are you doing?" Beatric

Beatrice POVI woke up angry. Not scared, not weak. Angry.The healing wing was quiet, almost too quiet. Morning light streamed through the windows, dust motes dancing in the golden rays. Darius was asleep in a chair beside my bed, his head tilted at an awkward angle. His hand was still holding mine, fingers wrapped around my wrist.I felt Luna stirring. Weak but present, like a candle flame fighting wind. My magic flickered at my fingertips, tiny sparks jumping between my fingers. The poison was wearing off.And with it came clarity, someone had tried to poison me at my own feast. They had planned it, and waited for the perfect moment. Executed it with precision and nearly succeeded.And something felt off about last night. The way Darius had moved so fast, like he'd been watching. The way my brothers had appeared so quickly with answers already prepared.I pulled my hand from Darius's grip, my skin sliding free. Got out of bed. My legs were shaky but functional, muscles protesting a