All Chapters of THE REJECTED OMEGA'S KING: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ I couldn't believe who I was staring at. It was Heather. The second her eyes landed on me, a small, triumphant smirk flashed across her face. "What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice dripping with feigned innocence. What did she mean by that? This was my home, and she was sitting in my place, holding my man's hand. "What do you mean?" Heather slowly stood up from the dining table, smoothing down her velvet dress as if she wanted to make sure I noticed every perfect detail of it. "Listen, little pup..." She paused. "Oh, I completely forgot — you don't even have a wolf, do you?" She feigned a sad, mocking pout before raising her hand, deliberately flashing a silver ring right in my face. "Mason and I are getting married in a few days..."Her voice blurred into static after those sickening words left her mouth.Mason and I are getting married.My heart didn't just break — it shattered. I couldn't breathe or think. I could only stare at

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ He walked over to sit beside me on the bed. I instantly sprang to my feet, backing away from him. "You don't have to be scared of me, Alexia..." "Why shouldn't I be?!" I cut him off, my voice trembling with fury. "You destroyed my relationship with your own brother, Knox!" He stood up, running a hand over his face as he looked at me. "Yes, he's my brother. And I realized I was wrong to pursue you, Alexia. I stopped. I was going to leave it alone, but I had to continue because he asked me to." I stared at him, searching his face for any sign that he was telling the truth. How could he stand there and expect me to believe that Mason had somehow been involved in all of this? "Mason asked you to harass me?" "He didn't ask me to harass you, and I never harassed you!" "Did he ask you to show up at the lake cabin?” "No..." Knox admitted, threading his fingers through his dark hair in frustration. "But he knew I was at the lake cabin, and

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ "Listen to me, Alexia. Whoever is behind this believes they've already won. They've separated us, turned the council against me, and pushed me into a corner where refusing the wedding could make me appear weak. If we suddenly cancel everything, they'll know we've uncovered their scheme and disappear before we can identify them." "Then what are you planning to do?" I asked, tightening my grip on his shirt. "We let them believe I'm going to go through with it. The wedding will bring the people involved in this scheme together, including those who've been working behind the scenes. Whoever orchestrated this will want to make certain the union takes place. They'll have to make a move to guarantee their victory, and when they do, we'll be watching." Knox folded his arms thoughtfully. "And if they try to interfere with the ceremony or force Mason into making a binding vow, we'll know they're more invested in this marriage than they've let on." "Exa

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ Mason let out a shuddering groan as he collapsed beside me, rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. "Once this entire nightmare is over... we're finding a permanent solution to all of this." I shifted closer, resting my head comfortably against his arm as I watched the moonlight filter through the windows, casting pale, shifting patterns across the ancient stone walls. "We really do." A heavy silence settled over the room, broken only by the faint whistle of the wind against the windows. We lay there in the darkness, our bodies close but our minds trapped in an endless web. "I honestly don't know what I'll do if it turns out Ava really is behind all of this." His voice faltered slightly, and I lifted my head to look at him. The tension in his jaw had eased, but his eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, as though he were afraid of what he might see if he allowed himself to look at me. "She raised me..." He swallowed hard, his fingers

⋅ ⋅ ⚘ALEXIA'S POINT OF VIEW⚘ ⋅ ⋅ We arrived at the Moon Sanctum just as the morning light began streaming through the towering stained-glass windows. Knox had secured us front-row seats. The tiered stone seating on either side was packed to the brim with curious pack members, high-ranking officials, and council members whispering among themselves. At the center of the grand ceremonial dais stood the High Elder, his ancient, floor-length robes heavy with silver embroidery and centuries of pack tradition, as he prepared to officiate the sacred union. A low murmur spread through the crowd as Mason finally strode into the hall. But instead of wearing the formal, jewel-encrusted regalia expected of an Alpha King on his wedding day, he wore only a loose, billowy white linen shirt and dark trousers, looking starkly untamed and deliberately unpolished. Surprised whispers swept through the assembly at the sight of his attire. I instantly shifted my gaze toward the other front row, where I