All Chapters of From His Rejection to His Uncle’s Obsession : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Veda’s POV As the lowest-ranked omega in the Kings Pack, survival meant being invisible, a ghost in the hallways of the corporate high-rise we called home. For twenty-two years, I had mastered the art of the downward gaze, the silent footstep, and the swallowed grievance. But tonight, the invisibility was supposed to end. Tonight, at the Mating Gala, the Moon Goddess’s decree would be made official, weaving my soul into the tapestry of the pack’s elite. I was to be the Luna, the consort to Julian Kingsley, the golden heir to the throne. It was the ultimate Cinderella story, a triumph of fate over the brutal hierarchy that had kept me under the heels of those who considered me nothing more than a servant with a heartbeat.The silk of my ceremonial dress felt like a lie against my skin. It was too beautiful for a girl who had spent the morning scrubbing the grease from the industrial kitchens. I wanted to find him before the lights and the cameras of the pack’s media wing descended u

I opened my eyes, my breath hitching in my throat as I waited for the blow.I expected the rough grip of a guard, the cold steel of shackles, or perhaps just a shove back into the dirt where Julian felt I belonged. Instead, I saw the calloused pads of Rowan Kingsley’s fingers hovering just inches from my face. He didn't strike me. He didn't even look disgusted. He simply watched the way my chest heaved, his slate-grey eyes tracking the frantic pulse in my neck like a hawk watching a dying rabbit.The silence in the Grand Hall was absolute. "I accept," Rowan said.Two words. That was all it took to shatter the remains of my life. He didn't look at the Council. He didn't look at Julian. He spoke the words into the air as if he were signing a death warrant, his voice a low, vibrating rumble that seemed to travel through the floorboards and settle deep in my bones."Rowan, wait—" Julian started, his voice cracking with a sudden, sharp edge of uncertainty. He had wanted me gone, yes, but

I stood at the threshold of the Grand Ballroom, the heavy oak doors feeling like the gateway to a dimension where I no longer existed. The air inside was a suffocating blend of expensive lilies and the sharp, metallic tang of Alpha power. Only twenty minutes ago, I was the girl in the white dress who was supposed to be the center of this universe. Now, I was a ghost walking through my own wake.The music was a soaring, orchestral arrangement that sounded like a mockery as it pulsed through the floorboards. The pack wasn't mourning my rejection. They were celebrating their new queen.I moved through the crowd like a shadow, invisible once more. The elites didn't even turn their heads. Why would they? An omega who had been discarded by a Prince and handed to a Butcher was a non-entity. I watched from the periphery as the crowd parted, revealing the dais where the sacred union was being toasted.Julian stood there, looking every bit the golden god he believed himself to be. His hand was