All Chapters of The Rejected Omega: Lunawolf: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"And someone get that mess out of here," I added, gesturing dismissively at Lucius’s cooling corpse. Two guards scrambled to drag him out, the sound of his boots scraping against the stone the only noise in the hall. My Generals stood like statues, their earlier laughter buried under the weight of the killing intent still rolling off me in waves. Silas was the first to find his voice. "The Council won't take this sitting down, Calhoun," Silas said, his tone serious now. "They’ve already sent word. They are gathering a great force consisting of your enemies. They are going for an all out war for the girl. They say she's unstable, a ticking time bomb." I let out a dark, sharp laugh that didn't reach my eyes. "Unstable? I’ll show them unstable. They think they can legislate who I claim? I am the law in this territory." "They’re moving troops toward the Silver Pass," Silas added, his playful smirk completely gone. "They aren't just sending Wolve Calhoun, they are sending Human

Calhoun's pov "Winning?" Nyx let out a dry laugh that sounded more like a scoff. I felt the cold, sharp edge of her silver blade press against the skin of my throat. "Sweetheart, the only thing you’ve won is a front row seat to my bad attitude." "Shut up, Nyx!" Jinx and I snapped at the same time. I chuckled, the vibration of my chest causing the dagger to nick me. A tiny bead of blood rolled down my neck and vanished into my collar. Most Alphas would be snarling in rage or whimpering in fear, but honestly? This was the most fun I’d had all day. It beat signing execution orders or listening to Silas whine about the pack's food budget. "You’re bleeding, Calhoun." she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. "It’s a good color on me," I said, my voice smooth. My hand tightened on her waist, pulling her flush against my body. The silver blade stayed wedged between us like a very sharp chaperone. "It matches the room. But let’s be real Jinx if you wanted me dead, you would hav

Jinx's pov Why did Derrick have to be so foolish? The thought rang in my head a thousand times, echoing against the walls of my skull like a heavy bell as I paced the length of the room. My heart was a frantic bird trapped in a cage. I hated to admit it, I truly did but a part of me still hoped Derrick wouldn't be caught. I wanted him to escape. I knew Calhoun’s temper, if he caught Derrick now, after an escape attempt, there would be no mercy. Derrick was being incredibly foolish. If he had just waited a little longer, if he had just found a shred of patience in his arrogant soul, Calhoun would have likely released him anyway. Why couldn't he just sit still? But a dark, nagging part of me knew the answer. If Calhoun had followed through with his original plan to lock Derrick in the damp, cold cells deep beneath this very room it would mean Derrick had heard... everything. Shit! I thought, the word sharp and bitter. I immediately tried to scold myself for feeling guilty.

I sat on the edge of the bed and the room was so quiet I felt my ears rang. Something not of this world. Nyx was pacing frantically in my mind. "He’s lying and telling the truth at the same time," she hissed. "He knows more about the council than he is letting on, Jinx. And that Lyra woman... she wasn't just jealous. She was afraid. She knows what he really is." "I have to know," I whispered to the empty room. "I have to know if Derrick is actually leading us into a trap or if he’s just being his usual, arrogant self." I closed my eyes, trying to find that thin, frayed thread of the mate bond. It was supposed to be severed. He had rejected me. I had felt the agonizing snap of it days ago. But as Nyx had explained, my Lunar blood was like a bridge that refused to collapse. I reached out into the darkness of my subconscious. Derrick? I called out. At first, there was nothing but the cold void. Then, a flicker. A sensation of burning lungs, the smell of damp pine, and a sha

Azrael's pov I had waited centuries for this moment. Centuries in the dark, hidding like a common rat. I had demanded her body, the key to my ultimate freedom but instead, this pathetic creature stood before me offering a tiny, singular drop of red. "I ask for her body, and you bring me a drop of her blood!" I roared. My voice echoed off the cold stone walls of the throne room. I stood up, towering over the councilman. Alexander looked so small, so fragile, shivering there like a leaf in a storm. "You insult me, Alexander! You disrespect me! You mock me!" I felt the familiar itch in my fingertips as my claws slid out, sharp and ready to tear the life from his throat. Before I could strike, he collapsed, his knees hitting the floor with a desperate thud. "Forgive me, My Lord, but... there was no way I could attack," he stammered, his voice thin with terror. "My human hunters were defeated by Calhoun. I didn’t know it then, but he’s... he’s something more than a wolf." I pau