Semua Bab The Rejected Omega Who Was Always Meant To Be Queen: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Bianca’s POV"Follow me," my mate, Marcus had said the moment he stepped into the healer's den and intruppted my time with a patient.I had noticed the cold glaze in his eyes and the staunt pose of his shoulders which had scared me.“The pack is waiting.”“The pack?” I echoed.I was confused.Tomorrow was the wedding.And even if there was something happening today, it didn’t explain Marcus’s peculiar behavior.“What is the pack waiting for? The wedding isn’t until tomorrow.”His silence made me even more nervous as a eerie feeling claimed me.But still I followed him because that was me—I always followed.I was obedient, following him through the palace until we arrived at the great halls where the pack members ululated.But I stopped in my track at the sight of someone, the person I have come to detest the most, the siren after my mate.It was her, Selene.She was a tall woman, standing poised on the podium with her raven black hair and sharp eyes that glittered with smug satisfacti

Bianca’s POVI woke with a start, my eyes flying open.It was unsteady for a moment, just a bit.I was pulled fully awake by Reid.“Bianca,” Councilman Reid’s voice came in.I was half collapsed and half awake.I sat up and looked around, still dizzy.There was no sign of the lover birds.They were long gone.Marcus had left me to die.I could heart the murmurs from members of the pack.Some of them were just mocking and condescending while some were just simply in disbeliefThey sounded more like a hungry swarm of bees.“Don’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you break. If he can stand strong then so can you. It will prove them right if you stay weak.”Break.That was all I wanted to do right now.I wanted to sink to the ground and break because nothing remained of me.But I strengthened my resolve and started to pull myself to my feet even though each step was an agony for me.Councilman Reid guided me.His grip was firm under my arm even when my knees buckled a couple of times.

Bianca’s POV“Wake up! It’s time to go!” A guard barked, banging on my door.I jolted out of my nightmare ridden sleep and instantly grabbed my satchel.I had prepared it all last night before I had fallen asleep crying.The Alpha’s wagon was already waiting at the edge of the pack grounds.I climbed aboard while clutching my small satchel to my chest.I turned back for one last look at the mountains, the only home I had ever known.Some of the wolves were gathered at the gates, staring and whispering.I searched their faces but I found no comfort, just indifference.“I guess I wasn’t that important after all,” I whispered to myself.The only thing on my mind was my grandmother’s letter.“If the bloodline awakens. Then if I am still alive, I won’t break it.”The mountains faded behind me until what lay ahead of me was the cursed lands—the feared Southern Territories.The wagon stopped so suddenly I was nearly thrown forward in the tiny cabin.I held my satchel to my chest, hoping noth

BIANCA'S POV. “Stay inside.” Those had been the only instructions. “My lady, open up!” The shrill voice from before called out, fists pounding against the wood as I shifted back, heart pounding. I was scared—at the urgency, the chaos I could hear outside, the desperation that I could hear in the voice of the caller. “My lady, please answer me! Are you in there? Can you hear me?” she asked. I blinked. “My lady you are in danger! Please answer me if you can hear me! My lady!” I swallowed hard. Should I speak or not? “Who are you?” I managed to push out in a voice that shook with fear, no matter how hard I tried to hide the emotions away. I hoped that the person standing on the other side of the door would not hear it. I really did “Open up my lady! I am a maid here!” she replied instantly. “I need to get you out.” The beta’s warning repeated in my head. “Stay inside.” I couldn't do this. I could not let her in. “Get the beta!” I said. “I'll come out only when he says

LOGAN’S POV. Blood. It clung to my skin like a second layer, warm beneath the dents in my armor. The blood of audacious rogues. The stench of iron, sweat, and smoke hung thick in the air, refusing to leave even after the last body had fallen. But somehow, I found myself walking across the large, bloody battle field, and back to the fortress. I cursed myself for it. The moment I stepped inside, it was chaos that greeted me. Warriors groaned through broken ribs. People rushed from one bed to another. The scent of blood filled the air. Then I saw her. Bianca. She moved from warrior to warrior without hesitation. Her hands pressing against their injured bodies, healing deep battle wounds that would have taken days to heal. The battle has been fierce, but never had the borders been that damaged. The men had poured in and fought with all of their strength as if on an oath to ensure that none of the rogues were left alive. It had required the whole warriors present in my fortres