Todos os capítulos de The Rejected Omega's Bastard Heir: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

POV: JamesJust as I broke through the far edge of the crowd, a strange murmur rippled outward, spreading fast enough that I felt the shift in the air before I understood what caused it. The energy of the whole yard seemed to bend toward something, some invisible current pulling every head in the same direction.I turned, following the crowd's collective stare, and stopped cold.Sammy stood across the yard. But it wasn't Sammy holding everyone's attention. It was the shy, quiet Omega peeking out from behind his shoulder, and for a full second, I genuinely doubted my own eyes. My heart gave a strange, unfamiliar lurch, as though it had forgotten how to beat properly.The werewine. It's finally caught up with me. That has to be it.I blinked hard and looked again. There she was, exactly as real the second time, maybe even more so. The soft lighting caught the curve of her cheek, and something in my chest tightened at the sight of her looking so uncertain, so unaware of the effect she wa

POV: Trishelle"Trishelle! Glad you made it back."Candice's smile switched on the second I turned around.Did I imagine that? For half a second something ugly had crossed Candice's face before the smile swallowed it whole. Probably nothing. Probably the drink talking.I sipped from my glass, my second one now, feeling the alcohol finally work loose the knot that lived permanently between my shoulder blades. For once I didn't feel like I had to weigh every word before it left my mouth. "Hey, Candice. I'm back."Candice yanked me into a hug, gushing about how good I looked, loud enough that a few heads turned. Sammy immediately claimed full credit for the transformation, called me his ugly duckling turned swan, and got smacked for it. He yelped like I'd stabbed him, clutching his arm and groaning dramatically, and I laughed despite myself. The three of us fell into easy conversation after that, working through a rotating lineup of drinks Candice kept shoving into our hands, each one sw

POV: TrishelleA few minutes passed before Candice leaned in close, voice dropping low, conspiratorial. "Hey, I'm feeling a little stuffy in here. Want to take a walk with me? Clear my head a bit? I don't want to go alone.""Of course I'll come," I said, a warm haze already settling over everything around me. "Honestly, I could use some air myself."Candice helped me up. The two of us left arm in arm, weaving through the crowd until the noise faded behind us. The music blurred into a distant hum, the press of bodies giving way to cool, open air. It wasn't until the trees closed in overhead that I registered we'd left the pack house entirely. The path had narrowed without me noticing, moonlight filtering through the branches in thin, silvery threads.Something feels off. Or maybe I'm just tipsy. God, when's the last time I let loose like this?"Hey, Candice. Where exactly are we going?"Candice paused, tsked, kept walking, her pace unbroken. "Just taking you somewhere I love. Quiet, pr

JAMES POVThe first thing I registered was the silence. A heavy, post-storm quiet that settled deep in my bones. Then came the scent. Her scent, tangled with mine, filling the cheap sheets of the mating cabin. My wolf preened inside my head, a smug bastard.Mine.I shifted, my body aching in ways I hadn't felt in years. Good ways. Sated ways. Beside me, Trishelle was dead to the world, her dark hair a mess across the pillow. A bruise-purple mark bloomed on the delicate skin of her shoulder. My mark. I remembered the moment it happened, a blur of instinct and teeth as I'd pounded into her, lost to the rut. Seeing it now, a possessive thrill shot through me, sharp and undeniable.My stomach growled, a crude interruption to the moment. Sex and hunger. The two constants. I peeled myself away from her warmth, careful not to wake her. The floorboards were cold under my feet as I padded downstairs, my mind already clicking through the pack's status. I opened the mental link, the static-filled

TRISHELLE POVThe sound of the slap was sharp, loud in the quiet of the pack house dining hall. It echoed, a sickening punctuation mark to my day."This is not what I asked for, Trash." The voice belonged to Mark, some Beta's punk kid who thought his daddy's status made him a god. "I told you I wanted coffee with lactose-free milk, not soy." He held the cup like it was a dead thing. Before I could even process the words, he tilted it. The lukewarm, brown liquid splashed over my head, soaking my hair and dripping down my face, my ruined blouse. It wasn't scalding. A small mercy. "Clean up this mess and get me another." He started to walk away, then spun back, a cruel smirk on his face. "You know what, never mind. Make me an iced coffee instead." Then he was gone, leaving me kneeling in a puddle of his contempt.I wiped my face with the sleeve of my blouse, the fabric already stiffening. My movements were mechanical as I pushed myself up off the floor and headed for the utility closet.