All Chapters of The Rejected Omega: Claimed By Three Alphas: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Ivory Restaurant, Human City."Ms. Nichols is here and she has refused to be served by anyone besides you." One of Freya's colleagues snorted as she walked past Freya. Freya looked up from the log book where she was inputting her sales for the day. Her eyes met with Susan who wiggled her eyebrows with a knowing look. "Cheyenne Nichols isn't married and there's been no record of her dating anyone. I'm starting to wonder if it's because no one expected her to be into girls." Susan commented, inching closer to Freya. "How many times do I have to tell you you're getting it all wrong? Cheyenne and I are just friends." Freya chuckled and dropped the pen. Then she picked up a towel closeby and wiped off the imaginary dirt on her hands. "You've frequented this place three times a day for the past one week that I'm beginning to wonder if you fired your chef." Freya commented with a light smile as she walked up to Cheyenne. Cheyenne returned her smile and picked up the menu in front of he

"Father?" Cheyenne feigned surprise, entering the living room with Jeremiah.The middle-aged man, Jerome Nichols, clad in all white with a cap perched on his head, turned towards his daughter.He had various security companies across the globe that specialized in safeguarding politicians and very important persons. However, his primary business involved hunting mystical creatures and selling their claws and fangs as rare artifacts, especially focusing on werewolves due to the deadly poison that came from their claws and fangs.He had even managed to sway the government and many into believing his actions were for the greater good as Werewolves posed a threat to their lives."Cheyenne," he greeted in a dispassionate tone.His lack of warmth didn't surprise her; she was accustomed to it."Why are your men tearing my house apart?" Cheyenne inquired, approaching him."For your safety," Jerome replied curtly, not sparing her a second glance."You can't barge into my home and claim it's fo

With Cleopatra's assurance that she was taking care of the captured teenage werewolves problem and the Werewolf Hunters, most of the Council residents gradually began to relax and return to their daily routines.Mariah stepped into the corridor leading to the kitchen and intercepted a girl walking out of it wheeling a food cart. She was holding a glass of orange juice as she walked towards the girl. And acting like she didn't see her, she bumped into the girl, spilling the orange juice all over the girl's white top. "I'm so sorry." She immediately apologized, dropping the glass on the floor and helping her to pat away the orange juice, but her help did nothing but make the situation worse. "It's no use," the girl muttered, her expression tight with irritation from the unexpected encounter. However, her annoyance disappeared when she looked up and recognized Mariah. "Mariah Armstrong?""Yeah, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking," Mariah offered a sheepish apology, pressing her lips together

Steele and Neon got to the Human City in two hours, an earlier faster than Neon planned. The two hadn't said a word to each other since they left the Council and with their eyes fixed outside the windows, they didn't look like they'd be speaking with each other any time soon. Neon led him to a nearby garage where she handed a man there some money and took a car key. The man opened the garage's gate to reveal numerous luxurious cars. The headlight of a Lamborghini flashed twice as Neon got close to it. She got into the driver's seat anf Steele got in after her. She opened a compartment in the car and took out a cellphone. As soon as she turned it on, she immediately went to Google and searched the name 'Cheyenne Nichols'. "Cheyenne Nichols is still here in the Human City. But no one knows her whereabout. But her driver has been Jerome Nichols' driver for the past few days." She scoffed after three minutes of scouring the net. "Some people say she's taking a break from everything

The Council.A moan escaped Sarah's lips as Rose had her head in-between her legs. "Mmm...Ah...I can't.." Were words Sarah repeated over and over again in ecstacy until Rose lifted her head and fell beside her on the bed. She had a small smile on her face as she stared at the ceiling. "I'm glad the Werewolf Hunters didn't take you." "They almost did." Sarah retorted through bated breaths. "Freya heard them coming and had us hide behind a tree." "Freya?" Rose mused, her smile broadening as she propped up herself with one hand. "I didn't think you two were on talking terms." Turning to her side, Sarah chuckled. "We weren't. But we settled our differences when we were forced to rely on ourselves." "Makes sense." Rose shrugged lightly and touched Sarah's face gently. "I'm really happy you returned to me safe and sound." "I told you I would, didn't I?" Sarah exhaled in relaxation and snuggled up to her. They stayed in that position for a few minutes before Rose recalled something.