All Chapters of Rejected Omega Princess: Meet My Overprotective Brothers: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Dawn came too soon. It crept in pale and cold through the shutters, painting a gray line across the floorboards. For a moment, I lay still, staring at the ceiling, half expecting to see black threads dangling there. They didn’t. The web stayed behind my eyes instead, every line etched into memory. My mark thrummed quietly beneath its bandage. “Time,” I muttered to myself and pushed upright. By the time I stepped into the courtyard, the castle was already a knot of motion. Packhorses stamped in the chill air, breath ghosting white. Warriors checked straps and buckles. Healers loaded satchels with tonics, poultices, and the more dangerous vials they kept locked when not in use. Scouts slipped in and out of shadow, double‑checking supply lists with terse nods. We weren’t the only ones leaving today. Nightveil’s team had already gone at first light, headed west toward the ruined enclave. A Bloodthorn unit had ridden out not long after, reformists grim‑faced as they turned t

For a moment after the dome closed, nothing happened.No strikes of lightning. No roaring monsters. Just the hum of the web, the warped view of the trees and sky beyond, the echo of my own heartbeat in my ears.Then, the pressure started.At first, it was subtle, like the air had thickened by a fraction inside the dome. Each breath felt a little heavier. Sound dulled around the edges as if we’d all stepped underwater.“Everyone stay close,” Alden said. His voice reached me, but it sounded like it had to push through something to get there.The seer’s eyes were half‑lidded now, as if she were looking at something far away and far too close at the same time.“The web is testing you,” she murmured. “Testing the strength of its hold before we pull.”“Let it test,” Jax growled. “We’re not—”He cut off abruptly.His face went slack for a split second.Then he flinched, hand going to his chest as if something had punched through him.“Jax?” Rowan snapped. “What—”Rowan’s words fractured.His

For a heartbeat, I stood there with the entity’s offer wrapped around me like a second skin.Say yes.Be unbreakable.No more nights waking up choking on invisible collars. No more watching my brothers or my mates bleed because something wanted what was buried in my bones. No more being the weak point in every plan.Power hummed in the air, close enough to taste.If I reached out, if I let that darkness pour into me, I could feel what it promised even without taking it.A vision rose unbidden.Not one of the web pushed this time.One my own tired mind supplied.I saw myself standing on the steps of Mooncrest’s hall, no mark on my throat—not because it was hidden, but because it had been remade. A dark crescent glowing like iron fresh from the forge. Wolves bowed as I passed, eyes down, no one daring to meet my gaze.A witch circle dared open a market again in some hidden glade?I snapped my fingers, and their sigils unraveled, burning their circles to ash.An Alpha thought of chaining

The needle came for me like it had always been meant to.All that remained of the web’s darkness—every severed strand, every coiled knot, every lash we’d turned inward—compressed into that single, vicious point. It cut through the air in a straight, sure line, as if the world itself were nothing but cloth to be pierced.Time did something strange.Slowed.Stretched.In the space between one heartbeat and the next, a thousand things happened at once.Alden’s grip on my right hand tightened painfully, instinct jerking his arm as if he could yank me out of the way.Kael’s fingers on my left clenched, the bond flaring with a burst of raw panic.Rian surged forward, only to slam against the invisible barrier our own magic had created.Rowan made a choked sound that might have been my name.Theron’s eyes went wide, calculations fracturing behind them.Myra’s lips parted, a denial forming that she didn’t have time to speak.The needle’s path did not waver.It wasn’t aimed at my chest.Not th

The world came back in pieces.Not with a rush.With a slow, careful drip.Light first—too bright, even though the sun was low now, shadows long across the broken stones. Then sound—muted, as if someone had wrapped the temple in thick cloth and only let a little through: the distant crackle of cooling rock, a pebble skittering down a broken pillar, someone’s uneven breathing. Then touch—rough stone under my back, the weight and warmth of hands around mine, the faint brush of cloth against my cheek.Breath.In.Out.Shallow, but mine.I blinked.Shapes resolved into faces.Rian’s, closest, eyes red‑rimmed, dust streaked across his cheek where he’d dragged the back of his hand over it. Kael’s, just beyond, jaw clenched so hard it looked like it might crack, relief and terror warring in his eyes. Alden above me, every line in his face carved deeper, gaze bright and too intense.“Hi,” I croaked.It came out like a rusted hinge.Jax made a noise that might have been a laugh and might have