All Chapters of REBIRTH OF THE OMEGA BRIDE : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Dorian’s POVEvery head in the council chamber turned toward the doors.My wolf stirred excitedly inside me.“Mate…”The word echoed through my mind as hope flickered in my chest.The heavy council doors slowly swung open.For one brief moment…I thought it was her.Then the hope vanished just as quickly.It wasn’t Fiona.It was Lillian.She entered the chamber gracefully, the corners of her lips curled into a gentle smile. Dressed elegantly, she curtsied before the council with practiced poise.“Greetings, Your Majesty.”I frowned.“Where is Princess Fiona?” I asked, my voice calm but firm.Lillian’s smile remained perfectly in place.“Princess Fiona isn’t feeling well, Your Majesty. She asked me to attend in her place.”The council elders exchanged puzzled glances.I turned my attention to Alpha Ambrose.“Alpha Ambrose,” I said evenly, “I specifically requested Princess Fiona’s presence at this meeting.”A look of confusion crossed his face.“You did, Your Majesty?”“I did.”Alpha Am

The council chamber fell into an unusual silence after Fiona resumed her seat.No one spoke immediately.The maps remained spread across the massive oak table, yet no one reached for them. Every elder seemed lost in thought, carefully weighing the princess’s words.“Wars are not won by strength of arms alone. They are won by preparation, insight, and strategy.”Those words lingered in the chamber long after she had spoken them.General Marcus was the first to clear his throat.“Your Majesty,” he said, looking toward Alpha Ambrose before glancing at Fiona, “Princess Fiona raises a valid point. If we strengthen our grain reserves before winter, our soldiers can remain at the northern borders much longer without stretching our supply lines.”Before anyone could respond, Elder Rowan leaned forward, his brows knitted together.“With all due respect,” he began, “the princess has never commanded an army.”A few elders nodded.He continued, “Military strategy is learned on the battlefield, no

Fiona’s POVFor a moment, no one spoke.The gentle breeze carried the fragrance of blooming roses through the palace gardens, but the peaceful atmosphere did little to ease the tension that had settled between us.I could feel Lillian’s eyes on me.Waiting.Almost expecting a particular answer.“I feel rather comfortable with His Majesty,” I said at last, breaking the silence.Both of them turned to look at me.I drew in a quiet breath before continuing.“Everything I’ve seen of His Majesty since his arrival has been that of a proper gentleman.”The Lycan King looked at me, and for the briefest moment, genuine surprise crossed his face.It was as though he hadn’t expected me to defend his character.I lowered my gaze.That didn’t mean I trusted him.Not completely.The memories of my previous life still lingered like shadows that refused to disappear.The pain.The betrayal.The loneliness.None of those memories had vanished simply because the man standing before me had treated me wi

Lillian’s POVHumiliation.That single word echoed through my mind as I stormed back to my chambers.The guards hadn’t touched me.They hadn’t needed to.Their mere presence behind me had been enough to tell everyone in the palace exactly what had happened.Lady Lillian…Escorted away from the Lycan King.The servants had seen it.The maids had seen it.Even the palace guards had witnessed my embarrassment.The moment my chamber doors closed behind me, I snatched the nearest porcelain vase and hurled it across the room.Crash!The shattered pieces scattered across the marble floor.“Leave!”The maids immediately lowered their heads.“Yes, my lady.”Within moments, I was alone.My breathing was uneven.My hands trembled—not with fear, but with rage.“Fiona…”I whispered her name through clenched teeth.“Why is it always you?”The question had haunted me for years.When we were children, the servants adored her gentle heart.As we grew older, everyone praised her kindness.Even when she

Dorian’s POV Something was wrong. I couldn’t explain it. I couldn’t even place my finger on exactly what it was. Yet every instinct I possessed told me that something about this meeting wasn’t right. Lady Lillian had just finished presenting her proposal. The council erupted into murmurs of approval. General Marcus nodded thoughtfully. “An impressive strategy.” One of the elders stroked his beard. “I must admit, I hadn’t considered establishing reserve grain depots outside the capital.” Another elder smiled. “It seems the younger generation continues to surprise us.” Lillian lowered her head modestly, though the small smile tugging at the corners of her lips betrayed how pleased she was with the praise. I should have been impressed. Instead… My attention drifted elsewhere. To Princess Fiona. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t disappointed either. If anything… She looked… hurt. Not the hurt of someone whose opinion had been overlooked. Not even the frustration of so