All Chapters of Rejected Omega, claimed by the Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The first time, she blamed the stew.The second is a Moonblood hangover.The third…well, even the Moon might’ve blinked at this one.Aria hung over the washbasin, stomach heaving, gagging on a taste that was more bile than anything identifiable. When the wave passed, she spat, wiped the back of her hand across her mouth, and groaned.The chamber door creaked.Talia leaned against the frame, hair mussed, mug of something steaming in her hand.“You know,” she said conversationally, “as your healer, I have to say: you’re really not supposed to still be puking from the war months after it ended.”Aria glared weakly.“Good morning to you too,” she rasped.Talia took a sip, eyes dancing over the rim of her cup.“Third day in a row?” she asked.“Coincidence,” Aria muttered.“Right,” Talia said. “Either you caught some post‑war plague—or…”She let it hang, smirk sharp.“Or what?” Aria asked, cheeks warming.“Or,” Talia drawled, “you and our esteemed High Alpha have finally decided beds aren’t

The capital looked different in daylight.Not the buildings.Not the walls.The banners.Blackthorn’s black and silver, Ashridge’s white on grey, Stormfall’s deep blue, Hollow Pines’ tangled green, Stormcrest’s jagged crest. Even the rogues had sent a token—dark scrap stitched with a rough spiral, pinned low at the edge of the assembly as if daring anyone to ignore them.The old royal throne was gone.In its place, at the head of the square, a low circular dais rose, carved with interlocking runes and wolf sigils. Instead of one raised chair, it held multiple equal seats arranged around its rim.No single focal point.There is no single neck to break and call it order.Aria stood at the edge of the square with Kael, Jace, Mirella, Talia, Nyra, and a handful of Blackthorn elites.The air hummed with voices—packs greeting old allies, human merchants muttering about new trade laws, rogue envoys watching from the edges with careful, narrowed eyes. Children darted between legs, weaving in

The council hall smelled of fresh‑cut wood and old stone. Aria paused on the threshold with Kael at her side, taking in the space they’d rebuilt out of the ruins of the old royal audience chamber. No dais. No throne. Instead, a great round table filled the center of the room—thick oak banded in iron, its edge carved with wolves, moons, wheat, river fish, and even the simple tools of human trades. The symbols ran together in an unbroken circle. Seats ringed it, all the same height. No one sat above anyone else. Light spilled down from high, narrow windows and from lanterns hung between carved beams. The murmur of voices swelled and ebbed as Kael and Aria stepped in. Alphas in their best leathers. Omega representatives in plain, sturdy clothes. Human elders in city robes. A healer’s delegate. Two rogues with rough‑stitched armbands. All of them turn as one to look. Aria’s wolf stirred under her skin, restless at so many eyes. The weight of the new torque at her throat felt

Selene arrived at Blackthorn on a grey, wind‑chilled afternoon.Aria stood in the courtyard with Talia at her side, Kael a solid presence just behind her shoulder, as the small, guarded party rode through the gates.No royal carriage. No banners.Just three horses and four riders in plain traveling cloaks, dust‑coated from the road. One of them dismounted with stiff, careful movements and pushed her hood back.Selene.She looked…smaller.Thinner than Aria remembered, the planes of her face sharpened, fine lines etched around her mouth. The glossy cascade of hair she’d always worn elaborately braided was bound in a simple knot at the nape of her neck. Her dress was decent, clean—but wool, not silk; no jewels at her throat.Her eyes were the same.Wide. Pale. Haunted.They flicked to Aria, then to the torque at her neck, then lower, to the slight swell of Aria’s belly under her dress.Something flinched, quickly smoothed away.Talia shifted closer, half a step in front of Aria without s

The training yard rang with the sound of steel on steel.Talia grinned as her sword met Jace’s in a sharp, satisfying clash. Sunlight flashed off their blades, off sweat‑slicked arms. A loose knot of Blackthorn warriors had paused their own drills to watch, murmuring wagers under their breath.“Come on, Beta,” Talia taunted, circling. “I thought you said you were going to *teach* me something this time.”Jace rolled his shoulder, matching her pace, eyes bright. “I am teaching you something.”“Oh?” She feinted left, then cut right. He blocked, barely. “What’s the lesson? How to be slow?”“How to be patient,” he said, breath even. “Something you’ve never mastered in your life.”She laughed and lunged.He met her head‑on, their blades locking in a shower of sparks. His greater height and bulk drove her back a step. She bared her teeth, shoved up with a burst of strength that made his eyes widen, then twisted, slipping out from under his guard with a dancer’s grace.Gasps and low whistles