All Chapters of Rejected Omega, claimed by the Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

120 Chapters

CHAPTER 31 – Breaking the Rogue Madness[Part 2]

A circle of wax, deep red. Pressed into it, an image: a crown above three claw marks.A royal crest.“They told you to go after packs loyal to Kael,” I said, the pieces slotting together with a sickening click. “To attack those who stood with him. To leave others alone.”Another nod. Each one seemed to hurt him.*Names,* he thought. *Places. Don’t touch the ones near the river. Don’t touch—*The memory splintered. There is too much pain there. There was too much confusion.I eased off, just a fraction, not wanting to rip what little was left of him.“Who brought you the scrolls?” I asked instead. “The pouches. Did you see their face?”He whimpered.The wolf mask loomed again in his mind.He’d never seen the face beneath it.But—Another scene. Different place. A rocky outcrop. A wagon stopped under the cover of trees. The masked figure is standing beside someone else this time.Someone in fine clothes, half‑hidden by a heavy cloak. A gloved hand passing a pouch of wolfsbane to them, a

CHAPTER 32 – Lines in the Sand

The war room felt different when the enemy you were planning for was one of your own. Maps still sprawled across the table. Markers still dotted borders and passes and vulnerable routes. The hearth still burned low at the far end, casting everything in the same familiar flicker. But the air was tighter. Thinner. Like the room itself was holding its breath. Kael stood at the head of the table, hands braced on the scarred wood, shoulders squared. Jace leaned against a pillar near the door, jaw clenched, arms folded. Mirella sat with her elbows on the table, fingers steepled under her chin, eyes sharp and unreadable. Nyra occupied her usual place by the hearth, not sitting, not quite looming—just there, as if she’d been carved from the same stone as the walls. I stood at Kael’s right, one hand resting lightly on the table’s edge. My head still ached dully from the dungeon. My nose had stopped bleeding hours ago, but the memory of hot copper and Marek’s sobs clung to me. Kael

CHAPTER 33 – Lyra’s Ultimatum

Lyra requested the meeting like a loyal lieutenant.That was the first betrayal.“She asked for time with you,” Jace said, closing the war room door behind him. “Privately. She said she wanted to discuss Ironwind’s commitments when the king’s army started to move.”Kael didn’t look up from the map he was studying. “What did you tell her?”“That you were busy,” Mirella said from her place by the window. “And that we would see if we could fit her in.”Kael’s mouth twitched. “You’ve been spending too much time with Nyra,” he said. “You’re getting cagey.”Mirella’s lips curved just slightly. “Or I’m finally catching up to you.”Jace’s gaze cut to me, where I leaned against the far wall, arms folded. “We can stall,” he said. “Or we can say no and see how she moves under pressure.”Kael straightened, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the weight of the map. “No,” he said. “We see what she thinks she’s playing at.”He finally looked at me.“Stay out of sight,” he said. “But close.”Warm

CHAPTER 34 – Forged in Battle[Part 1]

The summons came at dawn, carried on a breathless messenger’s lips and a crackle through the mind‑link.*Redpine is under attack.*I felt it before the words fully formed—a spike of panic through the patrol net, the taste of smoke and blood souring the back of my tongue. Kael’s posture changed beside me on the balcony, shoulders snapping tight as he straightened, eyes distant as he tuned to the incoming link.*Report,* he demanded across the bond, his mental voice snapping like a whip.A younger male’s thoughts answered, jagged with fear. *Rogues, Alpha. Dozens. Maybe more. They came out of the trees at first light. We’ve got fires in the outer houses. We’re holding the main square, but—*The link broke into a wordless surge of pain and static before Nyra’s mental pressure smothered it, cutting the worst of the feedback.Kael’s hands were already closing into fists.“Redpine’s outer ring is burning,” he said aloud, jaw tight. “They’re holding—for now.”“Distance?” Jace asked from behi

CHAPTER 35 – Forged in Battle[Part 2]

“Aria.” Kael’s voice cracked through the bond, raw, not the steady anchor from before. *Don’t you dare.*Anger at whoever had done this, anger at the memory of my own blood boiling with wolfsbane, anger at Lyra and Lucian, and any masked bastard who thought they could turn wolves into disposable bombs——flooded me.I shoved that through the light. Not at the girl. At the poison itself.“Out,” I snarled, both aloud and in whatever space this battle was happening. “You don’t get to eat her too.”Something gave.The blackness tore free in a rush, streaking up into my hands, up my arms. My skin felt flayed from the inside. I forced it down, out, into the waiting basin. Mirella shoved under my fingers.When the last of it went, I nearly collapsed forward.Strong hands—Kael’s, I realized dimly—caught my shoulders, hauling me back before I face‑planted into the girl’s thigh.“Easy,” he growled, his breath hot against my ear. When had he come back to human? I hadn’t seen him shift. But he was

CHAPTER 36 – The Prince’s Network[Part 1]

Lucian hated how much his war room resembled Kael’s.Theirs had been side by side once—Kael’s maps spread on rough wood in a mountain fortress, Lucian’s laid out on polished oak in a palace chamber. Same borders. Same passes. Same rivers and choke points and vulnerable villages.Different loyalties.Different futures.He stood over the central table now, palms braced on its edge, dark hair falling into his eyes as he studied the inked sprawl. Candles guttered in iron holders, their light flickering over wax‑sealed reports, scribbled notes, and thin strings pinned between marked locations.Blackthorn.Redpine.Three other small packs along the northern marches, their sigils newly underlined in a sharp, annoyed hand that wasn’t his.Kael’s allies.Lucian’s jaw clenched.A fresh report lay open near his right hand. Redpine, scrawled in a runner’s messy script: *Attack repelled. Heavy rogue casualties. Blackthorn presence confirmed. Aria of Moonblood is seen healing wolfsbane wounds. Loca

CHAPTER 37 – The Prince’s Network[ Part 2]

Even Lucian, who prided himself on reading wolves, had never quite managed to fix this one in his mind.“Did you enjoy the show?” he asked.The spy tilted their head slightly. “The king’s temper?” they said. “Or your performance in weathering it?”“Both,” Lucian said. “I assume you heard enough through the keyhole to know why I called you.”“Enough,” they agreed, gliding closer to the table. Their eyes—dark, sharp—flicked over the maps, the pinned strings, the smudged reports. “Kael gains another ally. Redpine. That makes four small packs openly leaning his way.”“Plus whatever neutral ones are quietly watching which way the wind blows,” Lucian said. “And now my father has given me a leash and told me to hang him with it.”The spy’s gaze flicked to Lucian’s coat, where the edge of the royal writ just peeked.“A useful document,” they said. “Provided you don’t end up on the wrong side of it yourself.”Lucian’s mouth curved. “You wound me,” he said. “I thought you were on *my* side in t

CHAPTER 38– Chains of the Past

The first time I slept after Redpine, I dreamed of fire.Not the clean fire of a hearth or a torch—this was the ravenous kind that ate roofs and voices and hope. It ran along the ground in lines, chasing me through smoke so thick it turned my lungs into stone.Somewhere behind me, rogues howled.Somewhere ahead, Kael’s howl answered.I ran toward it.Always toward it.But every time I got close, the sound shifted—warped—until it wasn’t Kael’s voice at all.It was Lucian’s.*Soon.*The word slid through the dream like a blade.I stumbled. The ground vanished under my feet.Moonlight flashed—and I was back in the sacred circle.I stood with my hands clenched at my sides, my wolf pressed tight under my ribs, trembling.Lucian faced me across the silver thread, eyes storm‑dark and cold.Kael stood beside him.Not behind me.Beside *him*.Both of them looked at me the same way: like I was a problem to solve.A resource.A piece.“No,” I tried to say, but my voice didn’t work in the dream.

CHAPTER 39 – Seeds of Rebellion

Blackthorn had never felt so full.The great hall, usually a space for training feasts and war briefings, thrummed with the weight of too many scents and too many tensions. Smoke curled from the central hearth, mingling with wet wool, oiled leather, and the sharp tang of nervous sweat.Banners from half a dozen packs hung along the stone walls—some old and faded, some freshly dyed. Redpine’s russet pine. Ashfell’s white tree is on black. Grayrun’s simple crossed spears. Others I didn’t recognize yet, their symbols unfamiliar but their voices already loud.Word traveled fast in the North.Redpine’s stand.The poisoning.The rogues.The Moon‑Luna.I sat just behind and to the right of Kael’s chair at the head of the hall, on a slightly lower step. Not hidden, but not at his level either.Nyra had insisted on the position. “They need to see him *and* you,” she’d said. “Let them look at their future in one glance.”At the time, that had made me want to vomit.Now, with two dozen eyes occa

CHAPTER 40– Selene’s Descent

The capital glittered.It always did.Polished marble floors reflected torchlight in warm gold, chandeliers shimmered like captured starlight, and silk whispered along every corridor like secrets too expensive to speak aloud.Selene had once loved it.Now it felt like a cage lined with mirrors—every surface reflecting what she might lose.She stood just outside the war chamber doors, fingers curled into the folds of her gown, listening.Inside, boots paced.Back and forth.Back and forth.Lucian.“…Blackthorn grows bolder by the hour,” a commander was saying. “Reports confirm at least four packs have declared for Kael. Others are…hesitating.”A pause.Then Lucian’s voice—sharp, controlled, but threaded with something colder than anger.“Hesitation is disloyalty dressed as caution.”Selene swallowed.She pushed the doors open before she could think better of it.The chamber fell quiet.Maps covered the long table—inked lines, marked routes, small carved wolves denoting positions. Black

1 2 3 4 5 6

...

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP