All Chapters of Second Chance Omega： I Rejected the Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

But she looked back.She ran toward me, her fingers digging into my arm, her scent spiked with terror. "You said someone would come for me. But what if no one does? What if they kill me before I even get there?"Her golden eyes narrowed. "Or is this your way of saving yourself? You want me dead?"I pressed my lips together. In my first life, I had suffered so much before Kael found me. I remembered the agony. The silver burns. The way my wolf had nearly retreated forever."Fine," I said after a long moment. "I'll go with you."Two wolves are easier to track than one. I pulled Elara through the shadows, weaving between ancient oaks, following the scent of running water to mask our trail. The Moon Temple was only a hundred yards east. In my past life, that was where Kael had found me.I just had to get her there.Then the hunters' howls split the night.I shoved Elara behind me. "Run!"Dark shapes lunged from the trees—rogue Alphas, sent by whoever wanted the Silvermane bloodline erased.

I didn't tell Elara what happened in Kael's study. When she asked about the stew, I said I'd tripped. She frowned but let it go.She was a good Beta. A good friend. In my first life, my disappearance had destroyed her—left her wandering the rogue territories for five years, broken and dying. The guilt of that still sat in my chest like a splinter of silver.I thought the matter was buried.Then, the next afternoon, I overheard Kael's voice through Elara's sitting room curtain. He was speaking low, careful."Lyra saved your life, I know. But she's still an Omega, Elara. They're… opportunistic. They bond to whoever feeds them."Elara's scent sharpened with confusion. "What are you saying, Kael? Lyra would never—""I'm saying be careful." His tone hardened. "You don't know what she's plotting. Maybe she wants more than gratitude."There was a pause. Then Elara laughed, a little uneasy. "Kael, you're being ridiculous. You're always so cold to her. Do you… not like her?"Another pause, long

I lay in my narrow bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting.The letter had been sent three days ago. No reply yet. But I knew my brother. If he was alive—if he was still the powerful wolf I remembered—he would come.His name was Cassian Nightshade.In our old life, before the flood that tore our pack apart, he had been my protector. My favorite person in the world. Then the waters rose, the rogues attacked, and we were separated. I ended up with the Silvermanes. He ended up… elsewhere.Elsewhere turned out to be the capital. The wolf court. He had risen fast—too fast—and earned a name that made others whisper. The Moon Council's Blade. The Alpha who answers to no pack. The wolves called him the Dread Alpha, because his power was second only to the High Alpha.He had no pack of his own.Exiled years ago for a crime he didn't commit, stripped of his territory and his title. The court called him the Dread Alpha — not because he led a great pack, but because he had torn apart every wolf sent

I ran at moonrise.Elara's blessing ceremony was in full swing. The pack gathered at the Moon Temple, their howls rising in ancient song. Alpha Kael stood at the altar, playing the devoted mate. No one watched the servants' quarters.No one watched me.I slipped through the back corridor, my bag strapped across my chest. Cassian's pendant pressed against my skin, dulling my scent. The guards at the eastern gate were distracted, sharing a flask of wolfsbane wine.I climbed the wall. Dropped to the other side. And ran.The forest swallowed me whole.For two hours, I ran. Branches clawed at my face. My Omega lungs burned. But fear pushed me faster than any wolf could.I was halfway to the river—the boundary between Blackthorn territory and neutral ground—when the howls began.Hunting howls.Kael's pack.I dove into a thicket, pressing myself against the earth. The pendant hid my scent, but sound still carried. I held my breath.Paws thundered past. Voices snarled."She went east. I caught

I should have known Kael wouldn't let go.Two weeks after the Gala, I was walking the mountain trails alone—a stupid mistake. Cassian had warned me. But I'd grown careless, lulled by the peace of his territory.The wolfsbane dart hit my neck before I heard the shot.My legs buckled. The world tilted. As darkness swallowed me, I saw boots approaching. Blackthorn pack insignia.Kael's voice, distant and triumphant: "Got you."I woke in chains.Silver chains, wrapped around my wrists and ankles, bolted to a stone floor. My wolf howled in pain—silver burned us, suppressed our healing, turned our strength to ash.I was in Blackthorn manor. The dungeon beneath the main hall, where Kael kept his enemies.The door opened.Kael walked in, carrying a lantern. His smile was gentle—almost loving. That made it worse."You shouldn't have run, Lyra.""You shouldn't have kidnapped me."He set the lantern down, knelt beside me. His fingers traced my cheek. "I've been thinking about what you said at the