All Chapters of Return of The Rejected Omega : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The council chamber fell silent as Silas and I entered, followed closely by Bella. Every eye tracked our progress to the front of the room, whispers dying on lips as the elders straightened in their seats. Unlike my previous appearance before the council, this time I felt no fear, no uncertainty—only a cold determination and the steady presence of Rona in my mind.My father sat in his Beta chair, his face an unreadable mask. I met his gaze directly, letting him see the knowledge in my eyes, the accusation. He was the first to look away."This emergency session of the Blood Moon Pack Council is now in session," Silas announced formally, taking his place at the head of the table. Instead of directing me to the lone chair for those being questioned, he gestured for me to stand at his right—the Luna's traditional position. Another statement that didn't go unnoticed by the council members."We face an unprecedented threat," Silas continued without preamble. "Silver Claw is planning an atta

I woke with a gasp, my head pounding and body drenched in sweat. The last thing I remembered was preparing for the bond renewal ritual—Bella explaining the ancient steps, Mason arranging ceremonial items in the sacred grove.Then... darkness."You're awake." Silas's deep voice came from beside the bed. He sat in a chair, dark circles under his eyes suggesting he'd been there for hours."What happened?" My voice emerged raspy, throat dry as sand."Wolfsbane withdrawal," he explained, offering a glass of water. "Your body is purging years of suppression. Dr. Emerson says it's hitting you harder because of your bloodline."I drank deeply, mind clearing with each swallow. "The ritual?""Postponed. The moon set before we could begin." His expression revealed nothing, but tension radiated from his rigid posture. "We still have tonight."I pushed back the covers, determined to stand. My legs wobbled traitorously, and Silas reached to steady me, but I stepped away from his outstretched hand.

The hours before sunset passed in a blur of preparations. After Silas left to investigate the tunnel entrance, I forced myself to eat, knowing I'd need my strength for whatever came tonight. My body still ached from the wolfsbane withdrawal, muscles trembling occasionally as the last traces worked their way out of my system.I had just finished showering when a hesitant knock sounded at my door. I opened it to find a teenage girl, maybe sixteen, shifting nervously from foot to foot."Alpha Morrigan asked if you could come to the training hall," she said, eyes downcast. "Some of the younger wolves want to try shifting before..." She swallowed hard. "Before tonight."My first instinct was to refuse. These weren't my problems. This wasn't my pack. But the fear in the girl's eyes struck something in me—the memory of my own desperation to shift, years of failure and humiliation."Fine," I said. "Give me five minutes."The training hall was in the east wing of the pack house, a large open s

The tunnel was narrow, barely wide enough for two wolves to walk side by side. The walls were rough-hewn stone, occasionally reinforced with rotting timber supports. Water dripped somewhere in the distance, and the air smelled of damp earth and mold. And blood. Fresh blood.We found the first body about fifty yards in—a young pack member named David. I'd seen him at training sessions, eager to please, always trying to impress the older wolves. Now his throat was torn out, his eyes staring sightlessly at the tunnel ceiling. He couldn't have been more than eighteen.Liam made a pained sound beside the body. I placed a hand on his trembling shoulder."We keep moving," I said, my voice harder than I intended. "We'll come back for him after."The tunnel forked ahead, splitting into three separate passages. I closed my eyes, focusing on my senses. The smell of chemicals and wrongness was stronger in the center tunnel."This way," I said, pointing.We moved deeper, the ceiling growing lower

I'd heard enough. I needed to see what I was dealing with before bursting in. Near the ceiling was a ventilation grate. I jumped, grabbed the edge, and pulled myself up. The metal groaned under my weight but held. I peered through the slats.The room beyond was larger than the others, clearly the main lab. Scientific equipment lined the walls—centrifuges, computers, machines I didn't recognize. In the center was a metal table, and strapped to it was Silas.My breath caught in my throat. He was naked except for a cloth draped over his hips, his body covered in fresh cuts and burns. Silver-infused needles pierced his arms and chest, connected to tubes that ran to collection bags hanging beside the table. The bags were already half-filled with dark red blood.Logan stood at a workstation, examining something on a computer screen. He'd removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves, looking like a fucking corporate exec taking a casual Friday. Angela sat in a chair nearby, one hand res