Todos los capítulos de The Rejected Omega: Lunawolf: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The energy I had absorbed from Jinx fought back. It felt like I’d swallowed a star, and my body was a pressurized chamber struggling to contain the blast. Once Silas put her into a deep sleep, I retreated to my balcony. The moon was high, but I no longer felt the pull of my wolf only the pulse of the void. My skin felt too tight, and my vision flickered between heat signatures and soul vibrations. I leaned against the stone, my head throbbing. I only meant to close my eyes for a second, a King doesn't sleep while his world bleeds. But the moment I did, a voice woke me back from slumber. "Calhoun." my eyes fluttered open and I spun around, my claws unsheathing instinctively. "Who’s there? Show yourself!" Out of a dark corner a man dressed in a long dark robe stepped out, he had long jet black hair and red eyes. He was beautiful, almost feminine, and I couldn't deny we shared striking resemblance. There was no malice in his gaze as he spoke. "I have heard great things

"Pack your things, Jinx. We leave in ten minutes," Calhoun said, his voice leaving no room for argument. Ten minutes. He said it like I was some elite soldier and not a girl who had spent the last twelve hours vibrating like a plucked harp string. I scrambled to pull myself together, my head still feeling like it was stuffed with wet wool. Every time I moved too fast, the world tilted, but the thought of being left alone in the palace with a demon father in law lurking in the shadows and a pack that wanted me crucified gave me a sudden, desperate burst of energy. By the time I reached the courtyard, a heavy, black lacquered carriage was waiting. But it wasn't the carriage that made me stop in my tracks. It was the person leaning against the door with her arms crossed and a look on her face that suggested she had just swallowed a whole lemon. "You've got to be kidding me," Lyra hissed, her eyes darting to me then back to Calhoun. "Does she have to come with us?" I asked an

"Well, that went well," Calhoun said, his voice echoing as he strode confidently into the room. I followed closely behind, catching a final glimpse of Lyra. She was moving into the room directly across from ours, and before she disappeared, she shot me a glare so cold it felt like ice. "You sound almost disappointed that we didn't have to fight our way out," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Calhoun chuckled and turned his gaze to mine, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my heart race. As he began to walk toward me, I found myself stepping back instinctively until my back hit the solid wood of the door. With a soft click, the door shut completely, locking us inside together. He didn't stop until he was inches away. He leaned in, placing both hands on the door on either side of my head, pinning me in place. His breath was hot against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. He was so hot. And I was so wet. "I usually do not let my enemies live aft

A few hours later, we were invited for dinner at Seraphina's private quarter. Thankfully it was just Calhoun and I, invited, Lyra had stayed back in her room. "Do you like the meal or would you prefer something else?" Seraphina asked calmly. Her presence was frightening, even more than Calhoun's was. To make matters worse, I had no idea if she and Calhoun ever had a serious relationship or if they still had feelings for each other. The uncertainty made the room feel even more awkward. It also made me wonder, if they were close, how could she be so comfortable with the idea of killing him? "It’s delicious, thank you," I said, forcing a smile. It was a lie. I hated the food, but I wasn't about to tell our powerful host that her chefs couldn't cook. "I hear you are mated to two men," she said, glancing at Calhoun, who was busy sipping his wine. "Alpha Derrick and Calhoun here." "Y-yes, ma'am," I muttered. She chuckled softly. "You are a very unlucky child," she said, before turn

Derrick continued hitting agaisnt the padlock until it broke with a loud clang. He stepped into the small, cramped space, his presence instantly making the room feel smaller. The scent of him, forest rain clashed with the sickly sweet rot of the wolfsbane, giving me a moment of clarity I hadn't felt since we were captured. "Derrick how...how did you find me?" I asked softly and he glanced over at Lyra before answering. "I can still feel the mate bond even if you try so hard to ignore it." He responded "I'm not trying to ignore it on purpose, I'm mated to Calhoun." He didn't say a word, he simply reached out, his large hands cupping my face. His thumbs brushed over the cuts the vines had left on my cheeks and his eyes burned with a mixture of relief and murderous intent. "I have you," he murmured, his voice vibrating deep in his chest. "Let’s go. Now." I leaned into his touch for a heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his skin. "Derrick, thank God. But we have to move fast.