All Chapters of THE REJECTED OMEGA'S KING: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW ⚘ ⋅ ⋅ Heather snatched the shimmering lace veil from her head, ripping the pins from her hair as the delicate fabric floated down like a falling leaf, landing softly on the floor at her feet. Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, ruining her carefully applied makeup. “You’re... you’re choosing her over me?!” Heather shrieked, her voice cracking with sheer humiliation as she pointed a trembling finger straight at me. “After everything... but Ava said—” “Ava said, Ava said!” Mason roared, his Alpha temper finally reaching its breaking point. His eyes flashed, and his shoulders tensed with barely restrained fury. I quickly reached out with my free hand, wrapping my fingers tightly around his arm to steady him, even as he kept his other hand firmly clasped around mine. “Ava doesn’t dictate my life! Just because she orchestrated this entire wretched wedding to suit her own ambitions doesn’t mean I ever wanted it. Alexia is the only woman I want, and she i

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW ⚘ ⋅ ⋅ "Ava, please... look at what you're doing. Think about Mason. You raised him from a boy and watched him grow into the man he is today. Are you honestly willing to stand there and watch him die right in front of you?" Ava's cold expression faltered for a fraction of a second, her jaw tightening as she gripped the small crystal bottle more tightly. "Do you think I'm doing this because I want to? No! The only reason I've been driven to this point is that I've been left with no other choice!" "Listen to yourself!" I pleaded, tears burning hot on my cheeks. "Maybe you're convincing yourself that you're fighting for your daughter, but you're not. Heather doesn't even want this marriage anymore. She walked out of here humiliated and heartbroken!" "You don't know what my daughter wants," Ava snapped defensively. "So, here's my final demand: give me your solemn vow right now that if I hand over this antidote and Mason recovers, you'll step aside and

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW ⚘ ⋅ ⋅ It had been more than a week since that night when Mason’s eyes had suddenly snapped open. For one glorious, heart-stopping second, I thought he was finally coming back to us. But before I could even cry out for Kaia or call for a healer, his chest went still again, his heavy eyelids fluttering shut as he lapsed back into a deep, impenetrable coma. He was still breathing — his heartbeat steady, a slow, rhythmic thud beneath my palm — but he remained entirely motionless, trapped somewhere deep within the dark recesses of his own mind. In the wake of his collapse, the realm had plunged into a tense, fragile holding pattern. Zarek had stepped up, taking over the administrative and protective duties of the Alpha King to keep the realm from tearing itself apart. Without Mason’s authority to settle disputes, even the smallest disagreements had begun to escalate. Just yesterday, Zarek had spent hours mediating a heated council meeting over border p

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW ⚘ ⋅ ⋅ The iron-reinforced door groaned on its hinges as the guards pulled it open, breaking the stale, suffocating silence of the dungeon. Up ahead, Ava hung suspended by thick silver chains bolted directly into the stone ceiling. With a sharp tug of a heavy lever, the lead guard activated the mechanical pulley, lowering her until her bare feet finally touched the damp, freezing floor. The moment she stepped into the dim torchlight, a sharp breath caught in my throat. The silver shackles had done their brutal work. Her skin was raw, blistered, and scorched where the pure silver had constantly burned against her flesh, slowly eroding her wolf essence and twisting her posture into something frail and broken. Her once-impeccable silver hair was now matted and gray, and dark, ugly bruises marred the hollows of her cheeks. Even after everything she had done — after the poison, the betrayal... the cold-blooded attempt on Mason's life — a strange ache twis

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW ⚘ ⋅ ⋅ I softly clicked the door shut behind me, sliding the latch into place to ensure complete privacy. The room was bathed in the dim, melancholy glow of twilight filtering through the high windows. At the center of the grand chamber lay Mason, motionless upon the velvet sheets. His skin bore a pale, ghostly pallor, and the lingering effects of the veratrum poison still shadowed his handsome face. His chest rose and fell in slow, shallow breaths. Taking a deep breath, I began to slowly unzip my dress, letting the fabric slip from my shoulders. I shed my remaining garments piece by piece, moving with deliberate, haunting intimacy, as though I were putting on a private show for him. Even with his eyes closed and his mind lost in darkness, I wanted to surround him with every ounce of my warmth, stripping away the walls between us until only our raw, beating hearts remained. Completely naked, I climbed onto the edge of the bed and crawled over his still