THE REJECTED OMEGA'S KING のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

⋅ ⋅ ♛ MASON POINT OF VIEW ♛ ⋅ ⋅ The only reason I agreed to this damn feast was because of Alexia. I hoped a gathering might give her a chance to clear her mind. At least, that was what I told myself. And I knew I couldn't keep allowing Heather to push the boundaries of my patience. She was growing bolder, banking on the fact that I wouldn't slaughter her because of the immense respect I held for her parents and her father's years of loyal service as Beta. But my patience was wearing dangerously thin. I could tolerate her jealousy, her schemes, even her delusional belief that she had a place beside me. What I couldn't tolerate was her hurting Alexia. And if Heather crossed that line again, I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep my wolf on a leash. Even now, the beast stirred beneath my skin at the thought of her hurting Alexia again. I returned to my study after Alexia walked out on me, my heart aching and my wolf howling in raw agony at the distance between us.

⋅ ⋅ ♛ MASON POINT OF VIEW ♛ ⋅ ⋅ I hadn't heard a word from Alexia all day. I was so desperate for news that I practically called Zarek twice, asking if she had said anything when he delivered the dresses to her room. Both times, he gave me the same answer: she had taken them without a word, and she hadn't said anything. Without her by my side, I felt completely unmotivated to attend the damn feast. The grand hall held no appeal for me, but as Alpha King, I knew I had to make at least a brief appearance before retreating to my chambers. I stepped into the grand hall as the doors swung wide. The chatter died down instantly, and a sea of wolves rushed forward to offer their bows and pay their respects. "Alpha King," they chimed in unison, lowering their heads in reverence. I nodded politely, though my gaze instinctively drifted toward the space beside me. I had pictured Alexia standing there, her hand resting on my arm, every wolf in the hall knowing exactly who she was to me. I

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ Mason and I had finally settled our differences, letting the doubts melt away in each other's arms. His words still echoed in my mind. For once, I didn't find myself searching for hidden meanings in them or wondering what he wasn't saying. When I remembered the way he'd looked at me, there had been no hesitation in his eyes — only certainty. Maybe that was why, the tightness in my chest had finally eased. After our dance in the center of the hall, the members of the Silvermoon Pack gathered around to pay their respects to me. These were the same wolves who had once walked past me without a second glance, who had only called for me when someone was bleeding or injured. Now, they lowered their heads before me, formally honoring me as their new Luna.I could hardly believe what I was seeing. For so long, I had been someone they barely noticed unless they needed a healer. Now, their gazes lingered on me with a respect I had never known from them befor

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ Mason scooped me into his arms, carrying me all the way back to my chambers, as he barked a thunderous order to Zarek to summon the lead palace doctor immediately. A guard posted outside my room quickly threw the doors open, and Mason stepped inside and lowered me onto the bed with painstaking care. His hands lingered at my waist for a moment after I was settled, as though he needed to reassure himself that I was really safe. I reached out, dragging my fingers softly along the hardened muscle of his forearm. Beneath my fingertips, his muscles remained tense. “I'm fine, Mason…” “You are not fine.” His jaw tightened, and his grip around me shifted ever so slightly, as though he were still fighting the urge to turn back and unleash his fury on whoever. Zarek, Kaia, and the lead doctor rushed in. The doctor quickly cleaned the blood from my arm, applied a cooling herbal poultice to the stinging gouges, and carefully wrapped the wound in clean ba

⋅ ⋅ ♛ MASON POINT OF VIEW ♛ ⋅ ⋅I had given Heather warning after warning. Each time, she had looked me in the eye and ignored it. But when I saw what she had done to Alexia, something inside me went still. The anger was still there, burning beneath my skin, but it no longer felt wild.She had challenged me before, but this was different. She had crossed a line I had warned her never to approach, and now she was going to learn exactly what happened when she refused to listen.I was not going to let her off easily after what she had done to Alexia.If her stubborn ears refused to listen to my warnings, then I guessed her body would have to do the listening for her. The dungeon guards bowed silently, their faces pale as they swung the iron door open. I strode into the cold, damp cell, my boots echoing off the stone walls. In the center of the room, Heather hung suspended from heavy silver chains. Her wrists were bound above her, the metal biting into her skin, while another length pre