บททั้งหมดของ Rejected Omega, Alpha's Fate: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Chapter 62 — The Hidden GuestEvening settled over the festival grounds like a warm blanket, softening the edges of the day’s chaos. The second day always carried a different energy once the sun dipped—less competition, more celebration. The first round of games and trials had ended hours ago, leaving the field marked with scuffs, overturned dirt, and the lingering scent of exertion.Now everything pulsed with music, laughter, and the smell of roasted meat drifting from the long tables. Lanterns hung from ropes strung between poles, glowing gold against the deepening sky. Wolves danced barefoot in the grass, some shifted, some not, all of them loud and proud and hungry.I stood near the healer’s tent, finally—finally—feeling my shoulders loosen. The tension from the West, the fear, the bruises, the constant vigilance… it had faded enough that I could breathe without feeling Sylvie coil tight beneath my ribs.Mother had gone to check on a few elders complaining about sore joints. Dad w

Chapter 64 — The Weight of Being Seen Chase’s POVI stayed seated at Aldrich’s table long after the conversation stopped mattering. The Alphas were loud—boasting, retelling victories, arguing about youth potential—but none of it reached me. Not really. Not after she looked at me the way she did.Alara.Her eyes had locked onto mine across the field, sharp and startled, and in that single moment I knew the years I’d spent masking weren’t enough anymore. Not for her. Not for whatever lived inside her.Sylvie.I didn’t need to hear her voice to know she’d sensed me. I felt it the way a pressure front rolls through the air before a storm—subtle, then sudden, then impossible to ignore.Aldrich laughed at something one of the visiting Alphas said. I nodded like I was listening. I wasn’t.My attention stayed tethered to the healer’s tent.To her.She stood beside her mother, posture steady but unsettled in a way only someone like me would notice. Her shoulders were too tight. Her breathing

Chapter 66 — The Weight of BloodAldrich's POVThe festival noise rolled like distant thunder—loud enough to irritate, not loud enough to drown out the things that mattered. I sat at the Alpha table, listening to the visiting Alphas boast about their day’s victories, their pack strength, their sons, their daughters, their future. It was the same every year. The same voices. The same egos. The same predictable dominance displays.Except for one.Chase sat at the far end of the table, posture relaxed, expression warm, aura muted so tightly it was almost invisible. Almost. Not to me. Never to me.He was my sister’s grandson. Blood of my blood. Stonehall born. Northern Washington raised. Former Luna’s line.And the only reason the other Alphas weren’t bristling at him was because he kept his Alpha aura buried so deep it barely flickered. A Stonehall trick—one my sister taught him, one her mate perfected, one their pack relied on when traveling through territories that didn’t welcome outsi

Chapter 68 — Into the Lantern ShadowsChase stood.Not abruptly. Not loudly. Not suspiciously.Just a smooth rise from his chair at Aldrich’s table, the kind of movement that didn’t draw attention unless you were already watching him.Sylvie and I were. His posture shifted—relaxed but purposeful, like he’d already decided where he was going before his feet touched the ground. The visiting Alphas barely noticed. Aldrich noticed. Mother noticed. Sylvie noticed.My pulse kicked.Mother’s hand hovered near my arm. “Alara. Stay here.”I didn’t answer.Chase stepped away from the table, weaving through the bodies with that same impossible ease he’d shown earlier—wolves parting for him without knowing why, conversations bending around him like he wasn’t a stranger at all.He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t know this place. He shouldn’t know where to find me.Sylvie pressed tight beneath my ribs. He’s moving.“I see him.”Follow—Mother’s voice cut through Sylvie’s. “Alara. Don’t.”I

Chapter 70 — The Alpha Behind the MaskThe torch beside us crackled again, a steady rhythm that should’ve blended into the festival noise behind us. But it didn’t. It felt too loud, too sharp, like each spark was marking the seconds Chase stood there unmoving. The firelight threw warm gold across his face, catching the edges of his jaw, the faint tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes didn’t shift from mine.“You’re the only one who feels like home.”The words didn’t just land—they settled, heavy and warm and terrifying. Sylvie pressed tight beneath my ribs, not rising, not pushing, just watching him with a focus that made my skin prickle. She wasn’t reacting like she usually did. No surge. No instinctive flare. Just stillness. Intent. Like she was bracing for something she already knew was coming.I swallowed, my throat tight. “Chase… what does that mean?”He didn’t answer at first. His jaw flexed, the muscle ticking once. His eyes shifted—not away from me, but inward, like he wa