All Chapters of The King's Rejected Omega : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alpha King Daxton's POV. When the convoy slowed to a stop along the remote roadside, I stepped out of the Maybach and immediately felt it: a stare. I turned slightly, gaze flicking toward the Mercedes van parked behind us. That was when I saw Serafina. She seemed to have noticed me, dropped her hands with a sharpness too precise to be casual, and pivoted back toward me. Avoiding me. My jaw tensed, a breath leaving through my nose. She was still bitter from last night. Good. I had done what I intended. Her pride had cracked, and she couldn’t even bring herself to mouth off that time. But the strange part wasn’t her silence; it was her retreat. I had expected another sharp-tongued comeback, another glare, another game of pride and venom. But instead, she had hidden. Ten whole minutes in the bathroom last night, stalling. It had amused me. Almost. I didn’t know what disappointed me more. That she had chosen cowardice, or that a part of me had missed the fight. Even when

Serafina's POV Wanda finally stopped halfway through the ground-floor hallway. Without a word, she turned toward a door on the right and began sifting through a thick bunch of keys. A moment later, she selected one, slipped it into the lock, and twisted. The door clicked open. I followed Kira and Deidra in, the warm air of the house giving way to pitch-blackness, until Wanda flipped the switch by the wall, and the room came to life. Light poured across polished floors, soft cream walls, and minimalist décor, giving the space a sleek, almost hotel-like calm. Large furniture pieces, muted in tone but undeniably expensive, sat around a central rug. The bed, framed in matte bronze and flanked by marble nightstands, was massive. Clean lines. Modern luxury. A far cry from the cold prison cell I had expected Wanda to shove me into. I said nothing, though inwardly, I was stunned. Wanda gave me a real room? I didn’t know whether to feel lucky or suspicious. Maybe this wasn’t

Alpha King Daxton's POV. Layla’s voice rang out at the table like a dropped spoon in a quiet room. "Daddy, who is this woman?" I didn’t flinch. I had grown used to her questions, curious, honest, occasionally too sharp for her age. It was just how she was. She had always had a talent for asking exactly what most adults were too afraid to voice. Still, this one earned her a few shocked stares. From the corner of my eye, I caught Serafina stiffen. She didn’t lift her gaze from her plate, but her jaw had paused mid-chew. Lord Cassian’s fork hovered awkwardly in the air. Wanda, of course, looked pleased, her lips twitching with amusement as she covered a stifled laugh behind her hand. I turned my attention to Layla and gave her the only answer that made sense in her world. "She’s my wife," I said plainly. From the corner of my eye, I saw Serafina frown. I didn’t like saying it. I never had. But there was no point in giving Layla half-truths she wouldn’t understand. At her

AUTHOR'S POV The soft shuffling of footsteps stirred the quiet air in Serafina’s room. One by one, her maidservants entered, all moving with the practiced grace of women who had worked together for years. Mira headed straight to the bathroom, her movements blending with the sound of water beginning to fill the tub. Kira and Deidra crossed to the tall curtains and parted them wide, letting the morning sunlight stream into the room. The golden rays slipped across the bed, crawling slowly up to the face buried against the pillow. Serafina stirred with a quiet groan, her brows furrowing as the light hit her lids. Mira came back and stood near the vanity, glancing between the outfits laid out. "Which one do you think she should wear today?" she asked Kira. "Let’s go with the pale lavender set," Kira replied before letting her gaze fall on Serafina. "She still looks tired." Serafina groaned again. Mira turned to her with a soft clap of her hands and a smile. "Good morning, my lad

AUTHOR'S POV Kira’s eyes were glassy, her throat tight as she watched her mistress staring into the space her Alpha King had disappeared into. She swallowed hard and took a small step forward. "My lady..." she called softly. There was no response. Serafina didn’t even blink. She was so hurt and pained. Kira looked to Deidra, who nodded silently. Together, they gently took Serafina’s arms and guided her back into the chair next to the leftover bowl of strawberry. Serafina followed their touch like a puppet, movements stiff, face unreadable. Mira crouched in front of her next, searching for her expression. What she saw made her chest ache. There was a storm in Serafina’s eyes, but her face remained frozen in disbelief, her lips pressed together, her jaw tight with restraint. "It’s not fair," Mira whispered. "He shouldn’t have blamed you like that. You didn’t know about the allergy. You were only being kind." Her voice cracked slightly. "The child wanted one. She didn’t say no