All Chapters of The Rejected Omega is the Lycan King's Obsession: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LUCIEN POVI haven’t slept properly in days.In the beginning, Lyra’s disappearance was a small nuisance, something simple I thought would be resolved quickly. If anything, it filled me with anticipation to fantasize about all the ways I would punish her for trying to leave me the second I had her back in my hands.However as the days bled into one another with no trace of her, anxiety turned into worry, then restlessness. By now, every search party in Shadow Lake should have found her. An Omega alone in the wild shouldn’t have made it far. She’s weak, fragile, and wolfless.Yet somehow, she vanished.“Alpha?”The nervous voice pulls me from my thoughts. I slowly lift my head toward the scout standing in the middle of the war room. He’s trembling despite him trying to hide it, and his scent reeks of fear. Smart man.“Well?” I snap.He swallows hard. “We searched far into the wildlands. Further than we’ve ever been. Unfortunately, we still couldn’t find a lead.”I clench my teeth as I

LYRA POVA wave of gasps ripples through the nearby nobles as the dark ruby liquid splashes across the floor—and worse, across the hem of Valeria’s pale gown. The wine seeps into the delicate fabric almost instantly, spreading like a stain of blood against the pristine material.Usually, I’d be mortified. I’d turn red as a tomato for drawing so much attention, then apologize profusely, afraid someone might scold me for my clumsiness. I’d probably spend the rest of the evening trying to make myself invisible.But I know this was no accident.Valeria’s smile might look sheepish to everyone else, but it looks more like a smirk to me. Especially when paired with the provocative gleam in her eyes.She’s enjoying this.Instead of fear, embarrassment, or timidness, all I feel is anger.“Oh dear,” Valeria murmurs, glancing down at her ruined dress. “How clumsy.”Her voice is sweet enough to fool anyone who doesn’t know what she’s doing. But I see it clearly.And I can't help my fingers from c

THERON POVFor a moment I can only stare at Adrian.The noise of the ballroom fades into the background. The music, the laughter, and the conversations spilling from the hall beyond the corridor all become distant. My attention narrows entirely to the words he just spoke."Are you saying Lyra isn't a rogue?" I ask slowly. "That she's a member of Shadow Lake Pack?"Adrian’s expression remains cautious as he folds his arms across his chest. "We can't be completely certain," he replies. "But if you ask me, it feels like too much of a coincidence. I asked around after hearing the name. The timeframe matches. The Omega disappeared around the same period we found Lyra near our borders."I stay silent as the information settles.To be honest, I always knew she was hiding secrets. From the first moment I met her it was obvious she was running from something. The fear in her eyes wasn't ordinary fear. A born-rogue trying to survive alone shouldn’t be so terrified. Yet despite all my suspicions

LYRA POVTheron’s words ring in my ears, so loud it’s impossible to fool myself into believing I had heard him wrong. I watch frozen in place as his mouth inches closer, his lips hovering just over mine, and all I can think about is what he tastes like. That’s when, for the first time since entering his office, I realize the thing I should fear most isn't him discovering my secrets.It's how desperately a part of me wants him to mean every word he’s just spoken.His fingers cup my chin, gently inclining my head, and the contact sends goosebumps all over. “Tell me you don’t want this,” he orders… No.He pleads.“I…” my voice comes out in a wheeze.“Say it,” he commands, harsher this time, grasping my chin tighter. Desperately. “Say you don’t want me to touch you, Lyra. Say you want me to go away.”“I… I…” I stutter, urging myself to listen to him, but I can’t force the words out. In the end, I inhale quietly, the fire inside my chest forging a certainty unlike any I’d ever felt before.

LYRA POVI bolt towards my room as quick as lightning. Not with the elegant rush of someone who’s trying not to raise suspicion despite their hurry, but with enough speed to hope no one will dare step in my way to question me. By the time I make it to my chambers, my heart is racing as if I had run a marathon, and not just from the effort.A myriad of emotions wrestled inside my chest. Desire, lust, embarrassment, shame and confusion all wrestled each other viciously enough to leave me dizzy. And for once, I could understand the anger Theron seemed to hold towards himself every time we get closer than we should.Because for the first time, I am mad at myself too.Have I not learned my lesson? What am I doing getting involved with another male—the Lycan King, at that!—when I should be prioritizing my survival? The only reason I decided to stay at Thornhold was to remain safe until my wolf fully recovered. Yet now that very wolf seems intent on dragging me straight toward another male,