All Chapters of REBIRTH OF THE OMEGA BRIDE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lillian’s POV I could barely contain the anger boiling inside me as I walked away from the council chambers and made my way back toward my room. Every step felt heavier than the last. Everything had been going perfectly. For a moment… I had truly believed I had finally taken something from Fiona. The generals were listening to me. The elders were praising my strategy. The entire council chamber was looking at me with admiration. For once… I wasn’t standing in Fiona’s shadow. I was the one everyone noticed. I was the one everyone respected. Then… The Lycan King had to ask for Fiona’s opinion. My hands tightened around the fabric of my gown. Why? Why did he always notice her? Even when she said nothing. Even when she tried to disappear into the background. His attention always found its way back to her. I had thought stealing her ideas would be enough. I had thought once the council heard those words from my mouth, they would see me the way they saw her. But I wa

Chapter 23: A King’s Duty Dorian’s POV Never in my life had I felt reluctant to answer the call of duty. From the day I ascended the throne, my people had always come first. No matter where I was. No matter what I was doing. If my kingdom called… I returned. Without hesitation. Yet here I was, standing in the guest chamber assigned to me within Alpha Ambrose’s palace, staring at the sealed scroll in my hand for what felt like the hundredth time. The crimson royal seal of the Lycan Kingdom left no room for doubt. It was urgent. One of the northern border commanders had reported suspicious troop movements, and several Lycan clan leaders were demanding my immediate presence before the situation escalated into open conflict. Ordinarily, I would have already been on horseback. Instead… I found myself reluctant to leave another kingdom. Because of a princess. A quiet laugh escaped my lips. If someone had told me a month ago that a woman would make me hesitate before return

Fiona’s POV Something was wrong. I couldn’t explain how I knew. There wasn’t a single event I could point to or a particular person who had done something out of the ordinary. Yet the feeling lingered stubbornly at the back of my mind, refusing to disappear. From the moment I stepped out of my chambers that morning, an uncomfortable uneasiness settled over me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. The palace itself hadn’t changed. The polished marble corridors still reflected the morning sunlight pouring through the grand windows. Palace maids hurried from one wing to another carrying trays of fresh flowers, neatly folded linens, and breakfast for members of the royal household. Guards stood proudly at their assigned posts, their polished armor gleaming beneath the chandeliers. Everything looked exactly as it always had. Yet… It didn’t feel the same. “My Princess.” A passing maid curtsied respectfully before continuing on her way without waiting for my usual response. I frowned

Fiona’s POV The feeling that something was wrong refused to leave me. I had tried convincing myself that I was imagining things, that perhaps everyone was simply busy with their own responsibilities after the Lycan King’s departure. Yet no matter how many excuses I made, they all crumbled the moment I stepped into another room. The palace had changed. Or perhaps… The way people looked at me had. I decided the best thing to do was to continue my day as though nothing had happened. If I allowed my imagination to run wild, I would only make myself anxious for no reason. With that thought, I made my way toward the palace library, hoping a few hours surrounded by books would settle my restless mind. The library had always been my refuge. Whenever the palace became too noisy or my thoughts too overwhelming, I would lose myself among the towering shelves and dusty pages. Today, however, even my sanctuary felt unfamiliar. Two noble ladies stood near one of the windows, discussing

Lillian’s POV I had underestimated just how quickly a whisper could travel. Only a few days had passed since the Lycan King departed, yet the atmosphere within the palace had shifted entirely. It was almost amusing. The rumor no longer needed Rex. It no longer needed me. People had taken it upon themselves to feed it, shape it, and pass it from one person to another until it had become something far larger than either of us could have created alone. Exactly as I had hoped. As I walked through the eastern corridor, I noticed servants lowering their voices whenever I approached. Some looked at me with sympathy, while others regarded me with quiet curiosity. They wanted answers. More importantly, they wanted confirmation. I intended to give them neither. That was the beauty of it. A rumor denied often died. A rumor left unanswered slowly transformed into truth within people’s minds. They would create their own conclusions, and those conclusions would always be harsher than anythin