Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rejected Omega, claimed by the Ruthless Alpha: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The blood on the marble never really went away.No matter how hard I scrubbed, some part of it stayed—staining the stone, staining my hands, staining the air with that iron, sick‑sweet scent.“Faster, omega.”The command cracked across the grand hall like a whip.I was on my knees in the center of it, fingers numb from cold and lye, rag clenched between raw knuckles as I worked at a stubborn, rust‑brown smear. Drops of dirty water slid down my wrists and soaked the threadbare sleeves of my dress.A boot scuffed closer.Before I could shift away, someone kicked the wooden bucket beside me.It tipped. Sludgy water—faintly purple from ground wolfsbane—splashed across my bare hands and forearms.The burn hit a heartbeat later.Wolfsbane felt like a thousand tiny needles being driven under the skin, then set on fire. Blisters rose instantly along the backs of my fingers, white and angry against the red.I sucked in a sharp breath.Behind me, Beta‑rank warriors laughed.“Look at that,” one

“I reject this bond,” Lucian said coldly. “I would rather take no mate at all than be tied to an omega.”So that was all I was to him. All I’d ever be to any of them.*An omega to be stepped over, rejected, sold.**Not if I ever found a way to stand up again.*The world went silent.Pain exploded through me; my wolf screamed once—then vanished.Something sacred inside me shattered.For the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure I would survive the night.I didn’t feel myself fall.One moment, I was standing. The next, the ground hit me. My palms smashed into cold earth; pain flared through the raw wolfsbane burns. My knees cracked the frozen ground. My back felt like someone had driven a burning knife down my spine.Inside my skull: nothing.The small, familiar presence that had always been there—timid but constant—was gone. No fur‑brush against my thoughts. No quiet nudge.“She’s losing her wolf,” someone whispered.“Maybe the Moon’s punishing her,” another hissed. “For daring to thi

“Welcome to Blackthorn,” he said.I swallowed, looking up at the looming keep.“Is this where you…break your toys?” I asked before I could stop myself, Lucian’s words echoing cruelly in my skull.Kael’s eyes cooled dangerously. “I don’t play with toys.”A tall, wiry man with mischief in his eyes and a scar on his chin strode forward, grinning. “You brought us a Luna and didn’t warn anyone? Rude, Alpha.”“Jace,” Kael said in warning.Jace only laughed and bowed to me with surprising grace. “Jace. Gamma of Blackthorn. Welcome, Luna. Don’t worry. We don’t bite half as hard as the rumors say.”My mouth opened. Nothing came out.Luna.The word sat wrong on my tongue and yet—Kael’s hand settled lightly at the small of my back. “Inside,” he said. “You need food and sleep.”“And the claiming?” Jace asked wickedly under his breath.Kael shot him a look sharp enough to cut stone. “Later.”Jace threw up his hands. “See? Not half as hard,” he told me lightly. “For now.”The inside of Blackthorn

By midday, the keep had settled into a rhythm I didn’t recognize yet.Warriors’ shouts drifted in faintly from the training yard. Somewhere below, someone was laughing loud enough to shake the rafters. The hall smelled of woodsmoke and meat and leather, a far cry from Moonfang’s polished stone and incense.I found a narrow balcony off one of the upper corridors and slipped out, seeking air.From here, the world dropped away in a sweep of pine and rock. The forest rolled down the mountain in dark waves, a river of green broken only by the pale thread of a distant stream. The wind was colder out here, snapping at the hem of Kael’s shirt around my thighs, tugging at my hair.For the first time in days, there were no guards at my back. No beta hands on my arms. No prince’s cold eyes on my skin.Just the wind. The trees. The faint ache of a new bond humming under my breastbone.Free, I thought.Then I remembered the mark at my neck—the iron‑hot thread linking me to the Bastard Alpha—and am

The silver glow at my throat wasn’t there when I finally fell asleep.At least, I didn’t see it.I only knew that when I closed my eyes that night, I could still feel the ghost of Kael’s fingers brushing my hair back and hearing his low voice from the balcony.*A chain around my throat, little wolf. The strange thing is, I don’t mind wearing it.*Somehow, that thought followed me down into my dreams.***I stood in a forest of silver trees.Their trunks were pale as bone, their leaves shimmering like metal in a wind I couldn’t feel. The ground beneath my bare feet was soft and cool, not quite grass, not quite moss—something between.Above, the moon hung enormous and impossibly close, filling half the sky. Its light wasn’t harsh like it had been at the Choosing; here it was thick and soft, like poured milk, washing everything in a luminous sheen.My breath clouded the air, even though I didn’t feel cold.“Hello?” I called, my voice swallowed by the strange stillness.No answer.I turne