All Chapters of Rejected By The Ruthless Omega's Mate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I paused, my lungs heaving as I panted desperately for air. My limbs trembled as the memories flooded through my mind, assaulting my senses as images assaulted my senses. I blinked several times, trying to rid my brain of the vivid recollection of the events that had taken place only moments ago. I tried to jump out the window using my wolf powers as I had done previously, but a heavy weight restrained my legs, preventing me from launching myself onto the ground. Looking down, I noticed a thick chain binding my body to the bed, holding me firmly against the wooden frame. An unpleasant sensation crept up my throat. I struggled violently to remove myself from the chains, but I knew my efforts were futile. Even if I was freed, the chain would likely prevent me from fleeing. A strange calm overtook me, my emotions clouding my vision as a sense of utter helplessness overwhelmed me. Trying once again to pull myself free, my attempts proved fruitless Before I knew it

They moved swiftly away, disappearing behind one of the surrounding buildings. Darius followed, his heart pounding in his chest. He had expected the people of this community to reject him, but he had never imagined they would help him. The silver haired figure led him inside, taking him deep into one of the side tunnels connecting the buildings. They stopped suddenly in front of a large wooden door. The silver haired figure pushed the door open slowly, their eyes narrowing as they gazed upon the room ahead of them. “Come in,” they said, beckoning him towards them. As he neared the door, Darius could see inside; he was met by the sight of a vast chamber, bathed in a warm glow from several torches positioned around the walls. At the centre sat a woman of indeterminate age, her expression serene as she stared at Darius through narrowed eyes. Beside her stood two men dressed in black robes, with the hoods drawn over their faces. In the middle of the space, sitting cross legged on

Two days later, Darius stood in front of his mirror as he ran a comb through his hair. He smiled in satisfaction, and then walked out of the bathroom, pausing for a moment at the door to look back into the room that contained the mirrors.His reflection was reflected back at him, smiling broadly and looking happy. He walked out of the bathroom fully dressed in black slacks and a white shirt. A knock sounded at the door, and a young woman entered, carrying a tray which was filled with food. She bowed, “Good morning, master Darius. Are you ready for breakfast today?” He smiled warmly at her, “I am. Thank you, Lina. Would you put it in the sitting room please?” Lina moved quickly around the small house and placed the tray upon the table before bowing once more and leaving the room. Darius glanced at the tray, then picked up a sandwich and a glass of milk. He sat down and began to eat, enjoying the simple, nourishing meal he enjoyed so well. The smell of fresh baked bread wafted

“My pack is not a primitive one. We do learn from those who come before us. Those who live hundreds or thousands of years have taught us many things, such as how to defend ourselves and what spells to use when faced with enemies. These witches, for all of their evil deeds, are actually just people who had suffered greatly and lost their lives to humans.” Zander paused as he glanced over at Darius. “If you look closely, you might find these writings hidden beneath the runes.” He told him, moving closer. Darius carefully looked over, searching for anything that could point out to where the runes were located, but found nothing. Noticing his lack of progress, Zander chuckled slightly. “They do exist, Alpha, though it’s a little complicated to translate them into human tongue,” he explained, pointing to one of the larger pieces that had words scribbled hastily upon it. “It says: When they die, we shall rise. Their bodies must be purified before we return to the earth, lest we corrup

Darius strode confidently down the dirt road leading to the southern border of the kingdom. He could smell the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee from the nearby café, inviting him in for a quick taste before he departed on a long journey to the west. He reached for the door handle of the café’s front window just as two girls emerged from the entrance carrying plastic bags. One girl held onto the arm of her companion as they headed towards the bus stop several yards down the street. One look into the faces of both the girls caused Darius’s eyes to widen in surprise. Both girls sported bright blonde hair and green eyes, making it easy to distinguish one from the other. He had seen these girls somewhere before; their distinctive features and distinctive hairstyles were all common sights on the streets of Lothian. Even after months of hunting them in the shadows of the shadows, the two girls were not easy to find. There were only so many places where y