Todos los capítulos de The Rejected Omega Who Was Always Meant To Be Queen: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

BIANCA'S POV The crowd let out a scream and soon every member was clapping and celebrating. My heart swelled within me as I watched. I had completed the first step.While they continued rejoicing, I poured Logan his wine, making declarations as I did then moved to the elders. One after the other till they all had their cups filled. Kieran flashed me a smile as I poured into his cup at the end of the Elder's row. “You're doing amazing.” He murmured, I smiled warmly at him and continued. Logan's hand wrapped around mine when I returned to pour myself wine and together, we poured into my cup.The maids carried the cauldron when we were done, pouring a bit into the big drums that sat at each of the entrances then stepped back to let every member take of the wine.In the corner, low drums began to beat, creating a melody. I looked up at Hazel again even as she heaved in relief. The sharing of the wine continued and a few people started to shake their bodies to the beat.I met Logan's

BIANCA'S POV “She’s awake,” Mirelle said, her voice trembling. “Is it working?”I ignored the fear in her voice and the pressure in my chest and rubbed more balm into her skin, whispering prayers faster now, my hands moving desperately over her throat and chest.For one heartbeat, the green seemed to stop spreading then the woman's body jerked violently. “Hold her!” I snapped. Aurelia pressed against the woman's legs. I opened the pot and poured a bit into one of the cups that had once been filled with wine, tilted her head and poured it into her mouth.Her eyes opened as she swallowed. “Swallow it.” I murmured and poured some more. She accepted it briefly then suddenly all the herbs came pouring, spilling from her mouth and nose.I staggered backwards, the pot slipped from my fingers and shattered against the floor. I stared at the broken pieces.Behind me, the hall had grown strangely quiet. Even the children had stopped crying or perhaps the hall had been cleared, I couldn't t

LOGAN'S POV.“The Five Ancient Bloodlines.”I read aloud as my fingers travelled through the pages, looking for anything that appeared or held a similitude of the truth. My voice bounced off the tall walls in the library.The Five Ancient Bloodlines.That was the title of the book. It was worth checking, even though it was narrowed to contain only the history of the dead.The Noctryn was the first bloodline, with the image of a wolf under the moonlight. I sucked in a breath and flipped over to the next page. On the next page was an endless explanation of how the healers came to be. It stated how long they had lived, including the date when the last heir to that bloodline died.I did a quick calculation and realised the last of the Noctryn died seventy-two years ago. Every hope of finding something that would provide answers deflated almost immediately, but I shook my head and continued.“The Noctryn were known as healers of the night.” I placed the book down and ran a hand through m

BIANCA'S POV. “Back to the tent?” Mirelle suddenly asked as she stopped walking. I nodded, “Do you have somewhere to be?” She shared a glance with Aurelia before answering, “No. We were just hoping you would teach us something about plants.” “Plants?” “Yes,” Aurelia replied. “We also want to be as good as you are.” That got a smile from me. “What else do you want to learn?” I asked, closing the distance between us so we could continue walking. “There's so much to learn. We only know the plants you show us. How do you know so much?” Mirelle mumbled. “It's a healer's power.” I answered truthfully, not knowing what else to say. “Does that mean every healer naturally knows what plants are necessary for a herb or balm?” I bit my lower lip in thought. That had never crossed my mind, it just came to me. “I think so.” The response was as weak as my conviction. It suddenly dawned on me that it was also one of my abilities.“Other healers cannot do it. They read from books.” Mirelle r

BIANCA'S POV.The next day, I lay in bed, face up, my thoughts wandering. The Lunar wolves bloodline, Logan had said, dropping the information on me like it was enough to correct anything or answer any of my questions but it didn't.I was still the same Luna who didn't know where she's from other than having a grandmother who left her with a piece of paper.Finding the bloodline did nothing like I expected it to. My wolf stirred within me, equally confused but choosing to stay quiet. After Logan had informed me of the bloodline, he promised to do some more findings and tell me what I needed to know.I had eaten and returned to my quarters because I suddenly couldn't think. What was the bloodline? And why have I never heard of them?Am I the only one in the bloodline? Grandma had said the bloodline liveth. Did that mean I was the last heir or survivor? If I die, does the bloodline end? The questions flew in my head, blocking out every attempt at being productive. My assistants had