All Chapters of Rejected Omega, claimed by the Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

By the time we reached our corridor, my legs still didn’t feel entirely like they belonged to me.My mouth tingled. My lips felt swollen. Every time I swallowed, I remembered the taste of him—heat and iron and something wild that made my pulse jump like a startled rabbit.Kael walked half a step ahead of me, bare‑chested, streaked with rogue blood, looking like the war god the palace used to scare trainee soldiers into obedience.He didn’t say a word.I wasn’t sure I could, even if I’d tried.The keep seemed to know better than to get in his way. Wolves flattened themselves against the walls as he passed, eyes flicking to his bloody skin, then to me, then away fast. No one spoke. No one asked.At his door, he pushed it open with more force than necessary. It hit the stone with a dull thud.“Inside,” he said.I slipped past him, heart thudding.He closed the door behind us. The latch clicked.Silence wrapped around us, thicker than the wind outside.The room still smelled faintly of bu

The name **Lyra Voss" hung over the training yard like a storm cloud.The guard hurried back the way he’d come. Jace watched him go, jaw tight, then blew out a sigh and turned back to me.“Don’t stop,” he said. “If you’re going to throw up, try to miss my boots.”“I’m not going to throw up,” I lied.My stomach was a knot. My palms were slick on the wooden sword hilt.Talia bumped my shoulder with hers. “Focus on not getting hit, Luna,” she murmured. “You can obsess over spear‑bitch’s cheekbones later.”I let out a thin breath and forced my arms up into the ready position Jace had drilled into me all morning.“Again,” Jace said.We moved.Step. Guard. Shift weight. Duck. Block.The wooden blades cracked together with a sharp thunk that vibrated up my arms. My wrists ached; my shoulders already burned. Jace’s blows were still slower than they could be, but he wasn’t pulling as much as he had at the start.“Good,” he said. “Now pivot left—no, your *other* left, Aria—”Talia snorted from

I didn’t expect to be summoned to the war room.After Lyra’s visit and Kael’s very clear answer the night before, I’d half‑expected the next day to be more of the same routine: training until my arms shook, Talia’s relentless commentary, Jace’s careful blows and careless jokes.Instead, Talia burst into our chamber just after dawn, grinning like she’d stolen the Moon.“Up,” she said. “You’re wanted.”I sat up, furs falling to my waist. “Wanted where?”“War room,” she said, practically vibrating. “Big dogs’ table time, Luna.”My stomach dropped. “What? No. That’s—that’s not—”“It is,” she said. “Kael’s orders. Or do you plan on telling him no?”I shut my mouth.Talia tossed a tunic at my head. “Get dressed. Try not to throw up on the maps. Mirella will have a stroke.”***The war room was nothing like the throne hall in Moonfang.It was smaller, thick‑walled, warmed by bodies, and burning lamps instead of ceremony. A long, scarred table dominated the center, its surface carved and stai

Sleep did not come easily with Lucian under the same roof.Blackthorn felt different with royal wolves in its bones. The air thrummed tighter. Voices in the hall were lower, sharper. Even the fire in the hearth of our chamber seemed to burn with a more watchful flame.Kael didn’t comment on it.After the meal, he’d walked me back to our room in silence, his hand resting at the small of my back with that same steady weight, as if daring anyone in the corridor to look too long.He’d kissed my mark once before we slept—not the hungry claiming of the night before, but a brief press of lips that felt almost like a promise.Then he’d lain down beside me and pulled me against his chest.“You’re safe here,” he’d said gruffly, his breath warm in my hair. “Even with him in my walls. Remember that.”I’d believed him. Mostly.But sometime deep in the night, when his breathing had evened into true sleep and the keep had gone quiet around us, my thoughts twisted into old shapes.Lucian’s words echo

Kael’s mouth was still on mine when my back hit the mattress.One second, I was upright. The next I was down, the furs cushioning the fall. He came with me, braced on his forearms so he didn’t crush me, all heat and weight, and barely checked power.The kiss didn’t soften.It deepened.His tongue slid against mine, demanding, coaxing, tasting. My fingers, which had been tangled in his shirt, slid up into his hair, gripping hard as if he were the only solid thing in a world that had just tilted under my feet.The jagged hurt from the corridor—the feel of Lucian’s fingers on my wrist, his breath too close to my mouth—blurred at the edges under the onslaught of something hotter.Kael tore his mouth from mine with a low curse, breathing hard. His eyes flashed, wolf‑red flickering in the grey.“Say it again,” he rasped.My chest heaved. “What?”“That you’re mine.”His voice was ragged and raw, as if those words mattered more than anything else we might do in this bed.“I’m yours,” I whispe