THE REJECTED OMEGA'S KING のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ I spent half the night tossing and turning, unable to find any position that would quiet the restless ache coiling through my body. Sleep seemed determined to stay just beyond my reach, leaving me trapped somewhere between exhaustion and memory. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Mason's icy gaze and the memory of the wild night we'd shared—the intensity of it, the tension that had simmered between us, and the way he'd looked at me then. I tried to push the memories away, burying my face in the pillow and willing my thoughts to settle, but it was useless. The harder I fought them, the more vividly they returned. He was so fucking stubborn. I knew calling our bond a mistake had been a terrible slip of the tongue, but I was actively trying to bridge the gap between us now, and he was making it deliberately difficult. A sudden, sharp commotion outside my window finally jolted me fully awake. My eyes flew open, my head throbbing wit

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ "What is it?" he asked, his eyes locking onto mine. “I want to ask if Kaia can stay here with me,” I whispered, searching his face. My fingers twisted together nervously. “If you will allow it, of course.” "She is welcome to stay for as long as she wants," Mason said. He stood up from his desk and walked over to me, stopping just inches away. He reached out, his thumb rubbing softly against my cheek with a lingering, tender warmth that made my chest tighten. "In fact, I have another surprise for you — one I think you're going to love." "What surprise?" "Any friend of yours is a friend of mine," he murmured. For a moment, I could only stare at him. Something warm loosened in my chest. He didn't say he understood why Kaia mattered to me. He didn't have to. The sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. I turned around just as the door opened, expecting to see Zarek and Kaia. But my breath caught when I saw who was standing right beside her. Tomm

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ Ava swung open a door, revealing a warm, beautifully furnished bedroom. It was cozy and light-filled, though modest in size compared to the room Mason had given me. "This is going to be your room, dear," Ava said, offering a gentle smile. "Every wolf brought into this palace is always welcome here." "Thank you so much, Ma'am," Kaia beamed, her eyes widening as she took in the silk sheets, the plush chairs, and the crackling fireplace. "Just call me Ava, sweetheart," she replied warmly, turning toward the hallway. "If you need anything at all — extra blankets, warm tea, or food — just let me know, okay?" "Thank you, Ava," Kaia said with a grateful smile. Ava nodded and walked out, closing the door behind her. The moment we were alone, Kaia collapsed onto the soft mattress, stretching out across the bed as she stared up at the grand ceiling. "This feels like a dream... Oh, Alexia." I walked over and sat beside her on the bed, my back resti

⋅ ⋅ ♛ MASON POINT OF VIEW ♛ ⋅ ⋅ “You need to calm the fuck down…” Logan choked out, though the tremor in his voice suggested he already regretted speaking. “What did you just say to me?” I growled, stepping toward him as the shadow of my beast stretched across the room. Realizing how close he was to losing his life, Logan immediately retracted his claws and dropped to his knees, bowing his head toward the floor. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry for what I said. Please, Alpha King, control your rage!” I closed my eyes and drew a slow breath, forcing my wolf back under control. Gradually, my fangs retracted, my claws disappeared into my knuckles, and the suffocating pressure in the room eased. Logan released a shaky breath, but he remained on his knees, his palms pressed against the floor. “All I want is my daughter,” he pleaded, looking up at me with desperate eyes. “Please, Mason… Alpha King. I’ll do anything you ask. Anything.” “Anything?” I repeated, considering him. I dragged an

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ "Alexia..." Alpha Logan began, taking an urgent step toward me. Before he could take another stride, Mason flashed him a dangerous glare, his eyes narrowing into cold slits. Logan caught the silent warning as he took a cautious step back. Standing at a respectful distance, the fierce Alpha looked at me with open desperation. "Please, forgive her, child. I swear to you on my pack's blood that she deeply regrets what she did. If you spare her, you will never have to look at her again — I promise you." I met his gaze. "You promise I will never... ever see her face again?" "I promise you won't even breathe the same air," Logan insisted, his voice heavy with solemn conviction. For some reason, my shoulders loosened at his promise. I had expected satisfaction to follow, but there was only a hollow ache beneath my ribs. Maybe mercy wasn't about forgetting what someone had done. Maybe it was about refusing to let their cruelty turn me into someone I