All Chapters of THE REJECTED OMEGA'S KING: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ I felt a soft, warm peck brush against my cheek, the gentle pressure lingering on my skin until my eyes slowly fluttered open. Looking down at me was the most handsome man in the realm, his dark eyes watching me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. “I didn’t mean to wake you, my moonling,” Mason murmured, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. “I just love watching you sleep.” A low chuckle escaped my throat as I stretched and yawned into the silk sheets. I moved closer to him, nestling myself against his warm chest and resting my head beneath his chin. His arm tightened around my waist, as though the distance between us had been an inconvenience he was more than happy to correct. “You didn’t wake me, Mason...” I murmured, a sleepy smile tugging at my lips. “Though I would have loved to be the lucky one getting to watch you sleep instead, like last time.” “I intend to wake up beside you every single day for the rest of my life,” he said

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ Knox stood up from his chair, striding over to Ava and reaching down to pull her up by her arms, but she stubbornly refused to budge, kneeling firmly on the floor. "What in the hell is going on here?" Knox asked, his eyes darting between Ava and Mason in utter confusion. "Please... let her go, Mason," Ava pleaded, her voice cracking as tears spilled down her pale cheeks. Her fingers trembled against the floor, but she didn't seem to notice. She looked as though she would gladly crawl across the entire room if it meant getting to Heather. "She won't survive down in those silver dungeons. I have never asked you for a single thing in my life, Mason, but I am begging you on my knees — please, let Heather go. I promise I will talk to her, and I will take her far away from this palace..." Something tightened painfully in my chest as I watched Ava's shoulders tremble. She looked so small kneeling there, her tears disappearing into the fabric of her dres

⋅ ⋅ ♛ MASON POINT OF VIEW ♛ ⋅ ⋅ Everything was happening at once, throwing my realm into a storm of relentless chaos. I had barely finished integrating the Silvermoon wolves into my borders and assigning them their new duties before another problem demanded my attention. And Heather, I had ordered the dungeon guards to whip her until her skin bled, hoping the physical pain would finally break through her delusions. Yet the stubborn she-wolf still refused to yield. Hanging from those silver chains, she screamed through bloodied lips that I belonged to her and her alone. If she would just swallow her pride, apologize, and accept the truth, I could release Ava from house arrest and put an end to this madness. But perhaps that was the problem. Heather wasn't fighting for freedom. She was fighting to possess something that had never belonged to her. She refused to see reason, repeating the same tragedy Ava had created decades ago, clinging foolishly to a love that existed on

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ “Alexia and I will be leaving,” Mason announced calmly as we stood in the grand foyer, his tone leaving no room for argument. “What do you mean you’re leaving?” Knox asked, leaning casually against a stone pillar with his arms crossed over his chest. “I just arrived yesterday, brother. Are you seriously running off the second I set foot in your palace?” “Does that mean I shouldn’t go on a private getaway with my Luna just because you decided to drop in unannounced?” Mason countered, raising a dark eyebrow as he pulled me snugly against his side. Knox fell completely quiet. His eyes slowly slid over to me, lingering a moment too long. His expression barely changed, but I caught the question hiding beneath it. What had I told Mason? I held his gaze firmly, refusing to let him intimidate me. “Zarek will be in charge while I am away,” Mason continued. “He holds my full authority and will represent me in all matters until we return. I expect total ob

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ Mason landed on his side in the soft sand. It seemed I wasn't the only one who had heard the heavy thudding of approaching paws. "Who is that?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly as I sat up. "Let me check," he said, rising quickly and striding toward the front of the cabin. I remained on the sand, still catching my breath, when the sound of those heavy paws made every muscle in my body tense. I slowly sat up, my fingers curling into the sand as I scanned the treeline, my breath catching in my throat — there, shrouded in the thick shadows of the pine trees, stood a massive, coal-black wolf. It stood unnaturally still, its dark eyes burning with an unsettling intensity as they remained fixed directly on me. It didn't blink. It didn't move like a wild animal preparing to attack. It simply watched me, as though it already knew exactly who I was. There was something almost deliberate in the way it held my gaze, as if it were waiting for me to rememb