All Chapters of Rejected by My Hockey Alpha Stepbrother #omegaverse: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DamonI spent the rest of the night searching for information about Alpha Adrian Blackwood’s lost son.There was almost nothing.Mooncrest had released the official announcement, but every personal detail had been carefully restricted. No photograph. No complete history. No explanation of where the heir had been found or why Adrian had not known about him for more than twenty years.The lack of information only made me more suspicious.I opened every council notice, pack report, and public announcement that mentioned the Blackwood family. Most repeated the same polished statement.Alpha Adrian had recently reunited with his biological son after many years apart.The heir was a young Omega.He had survived difficult circumstances before being brought safely into Mooncrest.He possessed exceptional intelligence and had already begun contributing to the pack.Every article praised the reunion without revealing anything useful.Not even his full name appeared in most reports.One announce

LeliaThe engagement gown cost more than some families in my father’s pack earned in several years.That was the first thing I thought when the seamstress opened the garment bag and revealed layers of white silk, gold embroidery, and tiny crystals sewn carefully across the bodice. The gown was beautiful in a way that felt almost cruel. Every detail had been chosen to make me look like a woman stepping willingly into a perfect future, while the truth remained hidden beneath the fabric.The long sleeves would cover the bruises on my wrist.The high neckline would hide the fading marks near my collarbone.The carefully arranged hair would fall across the side of my face where Father had struck me.No one attending the party would see the fear beneath the silk.They would see Alpha Victor’s elegant daughter preparing to become Silver Moon’s future Luna.“Stand straighter,” Father ordered from the sofa near the fitting platform.I immediately pulled my shoulders back.Three seamstresses mo

MasonCreating a false military document sounded simple until I began listing all the ways it could fail.The paper had to carry the correct Silver Moon crest. The language needed to sound like something written by Alpha Richard’s council. The patrol schedules had to appear useful without exposing any current positions, and the trade routes needed enough real details to survive Victor’s first inspection.One obvious mistake could place Lelia in greater danger than before.That thought followed me through the night.I sat alone at the small desk in my room, studying old patrol reports I had kept from previous seasons. Most players threw away anything unrelated to hockey, but as one of Damon’s closest friends and a future senior warrior, I had attended enough security meetings to understand the structure of official documents.I knew what the headers looked like.I knew which seals were used for internal reports.What I did not know was how to create something convincing without breakin

DamonThe council chamber was already full when I arrived.Pack elders occupied the front rows, dressed in formal black and silver. Council members spoke quietly among themselves while sponsors, business representatives, and several officials from the regional hockey league waited near the long windows overlooking Silver Moon territory.I stopped just inside the doorway.Father had told me there would be a council gathering.He had not mentioned the sponsors.Or the reporters.A large Silver Moon banner hung behind the raised platform. Beside it stood another banner decorated in white and gold, the colors of Lelia’s pack.My stomach tightened.This was not a council meeting.It was a public performance.One more scene designed to convince everyone that my life remained perfectly under control.Mason appeared beside me, already wearing his formal jacket.“You look like you’re considering leaving.”“I am.”“That would probably become another scandal.”“That is the only reason I’m still

LeliaBy the time the first guests arrived, I had already forgotten how many people had touched my face, adjusted my hair, or tightened the gown around my body.The dress was exactly what Father wanted.White silk flowed from my waist to the floor, covered with gold embroidery that reflected the ballroom lights whenever I moved. Tiny crystals had been sewn across the bodice, making me sparkle like someone stepping into a dream.The long sleeves concealed the bruises around my wrist.Makeup covered the fresh mark near my jaw.My hair had been arranged carefully over one shoulder to hide the shadow Father’s fingers had left near my neck after reminding me one final time not to fail him.No one would know.That was the purpose of beauty in my father’s world.Not joy.Camouflage.The ballroom below had been transformed into something magnificent. Silver Moon’s colors decorated one side, while the white and gold of my father’s pack covered the other. Crystal lights hung from the ceiling, a