Todos os capítulos de THE REJECTED OMEGA'S KING: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ "Hold still, Tommy, or I'm going to stitch your ear to your shoulder," I muttered, my fingers moving with practiced precision as I pulled the silver-threaded needle through the jagged tear in his arm. Tommy winced, gripping the edge of the metal examination table so hard his knuckles turned white. "Easy for you to say, Alexia. Your hands don't even shake. Are you made of stone?" "I'm made of coffee and five hours of sleep," I replied dryly, tying off the knot with a swift snip of my shears. "Now stop squirming. A rogue claw to the shoulder builds character anyway." "He doesn't need character, Doc. He needs a brain," mocked Kaia, my lead assistant, as she tossed a tray of sanitized scalpels onto the counter. "He got hit because he was busy watching the treeline instead of his flank." "Hey! I was on high alert!" Tommy protested, his cheeks flushing red beneath his dirt-streaked skin. "The Alpha's regiment is due back today. I wanted to be the

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ “Mason…” Lena’s face lit up the moment she saw him. She rushed toward us, closing the distance as half of my face remained buried against his hard chest. From the glowing look in her eyes, it was obvious she was far happier to see him than she had ever been with Drake. Then her tone shifted, melting into an exaggerated sweetness. “Alexia… I didn’t mean any of that! Are you okay? I was just joking!” I couldn’t believe her. She was putting on a fake facade the second she realized who was standing behind me. Her hand extended toward my shoulder, but the moment she reached out, I shoved it away. She lost her balance, stumbled backward, and crashed to the floor with a loud gasp, likely spraining her ankle. I didn’t care, nor did I feel an ounce of pity for her. She tried to scramble back to her feet, but her extravagant silk dress tangled around her limbs, making her struggle so ridiculous that several pack members around us burst into loud la

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ “What the hell happened between you two?!” Lena hissed, her hand wrenching my hair back so hard I felt the roots tearing right out of my scalp. A searing spike of agony shot down my spine, but her rage suddenly died into silence. She abruptly released me, taking a step back. Without another word, she stormed out of the office. I fell forward, hands cradling my head as tears of sharp pain pricked my eyes. My scalp throbbed viciously, every strand of hair aching as though it had been ripped straight from my head. “Are you okay?” Kaia asked softly. She stepped toward me, her arms reaching out in concern, but before she could lay a hand on me, the doors opened, and two guards marched in. “What are you doing here?” Kaia demanded. “Luna Lena ordered us to take Alexia to the Alpha’s office immediately,” one guard barked. Before I could move, they seized my arms and yanked me to my feet. Ignoring my gasps of pain, they dragged me through the

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ After Kaia slipped out of the cell, leaving behind the iron key and cloak, I sat in the darkness, my pulse racing. One thought consumed my mind: I had to run. I had to save myself and the tiny, fragile life growing inside me. I forced myself to wait until the deep silence of midnight settled over the pack house. Standing up on weakened legs, I accidentally dragged my forearm against a sharp nail protruding from the wall. Pain shot up my arm as the metal sliced deep into my skin. Crimson blood trickled down my wrist, dripping onto the floor, but I couldn't afford to waste time tending to it. I tore a strip from my dress, quickly wrapped it around my bleeding forearm, and pushed forward Taking the iron key with an unsteady hand, I slid it into the heavy lock. It turned with a quiet, muffled click. I pushed the door open, stepping over the dark droplets of my own blood. Staying low in the shadows, I moved silently past the sleeping dungeon guard.

⋅ ⋅ ♛ MASON POINT OF VIEW ♛ ⋅ ⋅ I had searched every inch of the surrounding territories, but there was still no trace of her. Yet I refused to stop. I would tear the realm apart until I found Alexia. I didn't care what it cost me. I only needed to know she was alive. The thought that she could be lying somewhere wounded—or worse, dead—sent a fresh wave of fury through me. She was out there somewhere, and my wolf was clawing at my chest, howling for us to track her scent and bring our mate home. To clear the suffocating darkness and rage consuming my mind, I decided to pay a visit to those two wretched vermin in the dungeons. Drake and Lena had been my prisoners, rotting in the damp darkness, and I wasn't letting them draw a peaceful breath until Alexia was back in my arms. I swept down the stairs into the subterranean prison. The iron door groaned open, revealing the couple suspended from the ceiling by heavy, silver-infused chains, their wrists raw and bloody. Their clothes