All Chapters of THE REJECTED OMEGA'S KING: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ The door opened at dawn, bringing in the cool morning air. A female rogue stepped into the room, holding a covered woven basket. She walked over and offered it to me. “Veyr wants you to have this,” she said. “Thank you,” I replied, taking the basket from her hands. When I lifted the cloth lid, the mouthwatering scent of baked bread and dried meat hit my nose, making my empty stomach growl loudly. I noticed she hadn't closed the door behind her on her way out. The exit was clear. He was truly keeping his promise and granting me my freedom. Still, a strange flicker of unease settled in my chest. I couldn't shake the memory of the shadow standing outside my window late last night. Had I just imagined it in my exhausted state? Deciding not to dwell on it, I ate half of the food to build up my strength, carefully packing the rest away for the long journey ahead to Mason's territory. Gathering my courage, I stepped out of the room and into

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ The moment I woke up, soft-spoken maids stepped into the room carrying soft towels, scented oils, and a gorgeous new dress Mason had sent for me. They helped me bathe in a warm tub, washing away the dirt of the forest before slipping the dress over my curves. It fit like a second skin, clinging to my hips and exposing just enough of my neckline to showcase his mark. I was refreshed, deeply rested, and surprisingly whole. A sense of peace settled over me. But beneath that calm, a tiny voice reminded me that everything had changed The maids escorted me down the grand hallway to the dining room. Mason was already sitting at the head of the massive table. The moment I walked in, his intense eyes tracked my every step, following me with such unwavering focus that I suddenly became acutely aware of every movement I made. I took a seat in the chair right beside him. “You look mesmerizing,” he murmured, his eyes lingering on my dress. I offere

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ “You should let them go,” I said, my voice cutting through the silence of the dungeon. Mason’s eyes flashed with dangerous disbelief. I reached out, wrapping my fingers around his flexed forearm to anchor him. “I know you’re furious after what they did to me, and trust me, I am too. But a pack cannot survive without its Alpha. If neighboring territories find out Silvermoon is leaderless and weak, innocents will be slaughtered. I’m thinking about the pack.” I thought of Kaia and the few decent wolves who had no power to stand up to Lena and Drake’s cruelty. I understood that being Luna wouldn’t simply mean wearing a crown. It would mean protecting the wolves who couldn’t protect themselves. “Well, I am telling you this, Alexia — I am not letting them go,” Mason growled, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek, his thumb dragging possessively across my bottom lip. “You care about a pack that stood by and watched while you were tortured, starved, an

⋅ ⋅ ♛ MASON POINT OF VIEW ♛ ⋅ ⋅ I barged into my office, the air in my lungs burning as I struggled to contain the tempest inside my chest. With a feral snarl, I drove my fist into the wall. The plaster burst on impact, cratering inward as dust and shattered debris rained onto the floor. How the fuck could she say that? How could she look me in the eye and call the life we created together a mistake? What we had shared — a fucking damn mistake? A mistake. And the worst part was that I couldn't even hate her for saying it. She didn't know. She didn't know what she was to me. She didn't know that every instinct in my body recognized her as mine. She didn't know that while she could dismiss everything between us with a careless word, I was barely holding myself together. That ignorance should have made it easier to forgive her. Instead, it made me ache for her even more. The word felt like a silver blade lodged deep between my ribs. I had torn through half the realm to find her,

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ I followed Ava to the kitchen, where several pack cooks were bustling around, preparing the evening feast. Seeing us step inside, Martha clapped her hands and dismissed them for a temporary break, leaving the vast space to the two of us. I stood beside her, watching intently as she prepared one of Mason's favorite meals. I noted every ingredient and every step, determined to learn it. When Ava handed me the spoon and asked me to taste the sauce, I instinctively reached for the seasoning and added a little more salt and herbs. She glanced at me curiously. “You know how to season food?” I nodded. “I had to learn how to cook when I was younger. There wasn't always someone around to prepare meals for me.” Something softened in her expression, but she didn't press me for details. For a moment, I wondered what she was thinking. I wasn't used to people being curious about my past. But she simply smiled and handed me the spoon again. “Then I s