Chapter 1: The Day I Was Sold (Part 1)

They didn’t use my name when they put the collar on.“Iron for the trouble ones,” the handler muttered, bored, as if he were choosing a leash for a dog. His fingers dug into my jaw, forcing my head up. The ring of metal was cold for a heartbeat.Then he snapped it shut, and it bit.Iron bit my throat the way their lies always had.My breath caught. The edges of the collar scraped raw skin that was already scarred from cheaper metal. I didn’t flinch. Omegas who flinched got spiked collars, shock collars, muzzles. I’d learned that lesson the first month in the servants’ wing.“Lot Twenty-Seven,” the handler called over his shoulder. “Ready.”Lot Twenty-Seven. Not Aria. Not “girl.” Just a number in someone else’s ledger.The holding pen stank of old fear and older blood. Sweat and cheap perfume tried to cover it, but nothing could really hide the sour reek of terror. Around me, other girls knelt in a cramped line, collars clinking when someone’s shoulder brushed another’s.One girl whisp

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Chapter 2: The Day I Was Sold (Part 2)

Cold detonated in my veins, a flood of winter snapping bones and dousing fire. The surge of power that had just erupted inside me shrieked, flared brighter for one desperate instant——then something uglier slammed down on it.Not just poison, though there was that too, burning a black-ice path through me. This was heavier. Vile-thick. The feeling of hands reaching back into a door I’d finally forced open and slamming it shut, then welding iron bars across it from the inside.The curse roared back to life.Invisible chains clamped around my soul, tighter than they’d ever been. The silver-blue light on my skin sputtered and went out. My sharpened senses blurred, smearing into one dull mass.The sound stretched.The auctioneer’s shout warped, words drawn long and thin. Faces swam in my dimming vision.On the balcony, someone screamed. Damon’s scent hit me like smoke in my lungs—acrid with shock, an undercurrent of possessive fury that made my fading wolf bare her teeth.My gaze found him

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Chapter 3 – Waking in the Past

Not free. Not strong. Awake.The words echoed inside me like a drumbeat as I sat on the thin mattress, heart racing, damp sheets twisted around my legs.I forced myself to breathe. In. Out. Count the breaths. Count anything.One: cracked ceiling. Two: water stains shaped like a crooked wolf. Three: the rusted nail holding the shard of the mirror in place. Four: the faint scrape of wooden dummies outside as someone reset the training yard.This was real.Or the Moon Goddess had crafted the most vicious dream of my life.“Think,” I whispered to myself.My voice still sounded young. Too young.I slid off the bed. My legs wobbled as I stood, the old ache from yesterday’s chores humming in my calves. My toes pressed against the cold stone floor, the same uneven flagstones I used to curse when I stubbed them in the dark.In the yard, Damon swung again, wooden swords slicing the air. He barked a short laugh at something his sparring partner said, the sound snatched away by the late‑day b

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Chapter 4 – Refusing to Fall Again

I carried the linens inside without looking back again.By the time I’d finished laying them out in the guest rooms, my cheek had stopped throbbing and settled into a dull heat. The rest of my body still ached from yesterday’s work and from the phantom pain of a death that technically hadn’t happened yet.It didn’t matter. In Bloodthorn, work didn’t stop because your soul was tired.“Aria!”Madam Hest, the head of servants, stuck her head out of the laundry room, grey hair coming loose from her bun. Her lip curled when she saw me.“Training grounds,” she barked. “Before the warriors start snapping at us. Towels, water, move.”“Yes, Madam,” I said.She thrust a stack of rough towels into my arms and jerked her head at the back door. A wooden yoke leaned against the wall beside two heavy water buckets.I slid my arms through the yoke and hefted it onto my shoulders, muscles complaining. The weight bit down across my collarbones, the buckets sloshing cold against my calves as I walked.T

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All Chapters of Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4

Chapter 1: The Day I Was Sold (Part 1)

Chapter 2: The Day I Was Sold (Part 2)

Chapter 3 – Waking in the Past

Chapter 4 – Refusing to Fall Again