All Chapters of The King's Rejected Omega : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Serafina Pov.The last time I knelt before anyone, I was nineteen and dumb and in love and too stupid to think attention is loveNow I have grown into a woman.“Move.” The escort’s hand landed on my shoulder, pressing me down.I moved slowly. My eyes were cold, and he looked away. The chains between my wrists hurt so bad as I walked the length of the throne room and the sound of it echoed off the marble floors like I was giving a show. “The weak omega”.“The one so full of trouble”. Their whispering is more than just a whisper.There were more than twenty of them, their eyes piercing into me but still I kept moving.I stopped, I stood in front of the dials, kneeling before him, not because the guards would eventually force me to kneel but because the law doesn't permit any form of disrespect, I had ridden from a distant land to die in my pack because I intentionally chose to err the throne of my ancestors.My eyes caught a familiar foot. Slowly, I raised my gaze to meet his eyes, hi

Serafina Pov.I sat back, my mind restless.I watched the tiny opening disguised as a window above my cot go from thick black to the atmosphere changing slowly, soon it was dawn.My worst fear is coming to reality.I was going to walk into that study and I was going to see him and I didn't know I was nervous.What if this was another trap?.I turned to the other corner, my heart beating like it was soon to explode.The guard came at dawn. I saw him clearly, a young strong Beta about the same age as Eli. He didn’t look me in the eyes, he avoided eye contact like I bore a curse waiting to strike, he’d been briefed. “Don't speak to the omega, or you will be severely punished.I followed him through the corridors. I knew my way around, and I would sneak in and out of the place without being caught, the memories fresh. Left past the iron sconces. Right at the split corner. Down the corridor that always smelt of cedar and cold stone with an ever-burning furnace.The palace hadn’t really cha

Seraphine Pov.“I don’t get you?”. I pulled back.He smiled again.“Don’t act dumb. You are too smart to be playing dumb”. He teased me. “I like you because of how intelligent you are”. He moved closer, his shoulder touching my body. “You’ve been groomed inside Ironveil for so long to understand how power is being passed around”. My brows joined together, confusion settled in my spirit, and his gaze fixed on me. “Just a tip of advice from a well-wisher, being loyal to the right person and shutting your witty mouth up can make a two-year sentence feel very short. Do otherwise and it could double”.I looked at him with so much disgust.He smiled and his smile pricked my soul, I knew where the hell he was driving at and I couldn’t help but see how much of a demon he was.A fool.A silly fool.Silly of him to think I could read between his eyes to know he was up to no good.Five years outside of the walls of the iron veil had sharpened me in ways I feared for my soul.“Lord Cassian.” My

Serafina's POV "This way," the butler said, his voice clipped as he gestured toward the left and started walking. I forced my legs to move. Each step was heavy, and each turn made my head spin. I had always wanted to be here before running away. But now, I didn't want to stay. The Central Ironveil estate was enormous, a labyrinth of cold stone corridors, towering archways, and endless staircases. Unlike the Northern Ironveil Pack, where homes were built for comfort, this place was built to intimidate. The walls loomed over me, lined with gold sconces and dark tapestries, each embroidered with the sigil of the Cole family, the superior black wolf beneath the full moon. The air smelled of pinewood and something richer beneath, a scent of dominance and power. By the time we reached the Guest Wing, my body was screaming in protest. My legs wobbled from exhaustion, and my stomach twisted with hunger. The butler finally stopped in front of a large wooden double door. He rea

Serafina's POV. The morning of my forced wedding arrived too quickly. I had barely slept the night before, my mind had been a storm of rage, humiliation, and helplessness. But none of that mattered now. Because it was happening, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. --- The sun had barely risen when a group of servants led by Madam Rachel entered my chamber. They moved swiftly, efficiently, wordlessly, as if I were nothing more than a doll they were dressing up for display. A warm bath, drizzled with goat milk and scented with vanilla oil, was prepared for me. I was made to soak in it for ten minutes before the scrubbing began. Not an inch of my skin was spared. And by the time they were done, I was left with red patches. The pain from climbing hundreds of stairs intensified, along with this fresh batch from having my body scrubbed by iron-fisted hands. The way these people washed my skin made it seem like I had some diseases that had to be scrubbed off. I cou