All Chapters of Rejected Omega: The Rise of Jemima: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Adrian’s POVShe looked so frightened and guilty at the same time that I wanted to take her in my arms and never let go.Her wonderfully large eyes were filled with a kind of uncertainty as she gazed at me, waiting for me to judge her because of her mistake. I knew I was right to decide that she had to work on mastering her abilities. She obviously still had a lot to learn especially when it came to controlling her emotions which were supposed to be a fuel for her magic.“I’m taking this seriously, Jemima. I just don’t think you should be so bothered about this. The first thing you are going to need to learn is controlling your emotions and imagination.”Her eyes were suddenly filled with weariness and I moved my finger from her lips to cup her chin. “There is no need to overthink things. You can do this, I am sure of it. Power like this wouldn’t have been given to you if you weren’t found worthy of it.”She closed her eyes for a moment and released a sigh. When she opened them, the

Adrian’s POVThis time, her eyes went round with fear as she whispered the words, “Three days.”Those days when I was terrified I was going to lose her were the hardest days of my life. I forgot to eat, shower and nearly forgot how to breathe. Thanks to my Beta and Piper, who were always there to reassure me that since she was still breathing and had a very strong pulse, she was certainly going to wake up. I strongly suspected that the use of her abilities on me had something to do with the seemingly never-ending sleep state that befell her, and I blamed myself for it. If only I hadn't insisted that she try to hone and work to control her magical skills, that wouldn't have happened to her. The first twenty-four hours while she was asleep, I had been with her. Never daring to leave her side. I remembered how I had acted somewhat distant with her just after we had finished her first training session and felt like a jerk. An immature part of me had been offended that she still was

Jemima’s POV“What are you doing?” I asked amusedly. I had just stepped out of the bathroom after taking my first shower in three days, only to find Piper trying on a pair of boots that Adrian had bought me a few weeks ago. She smiled sheepishly at me as she took them off. “I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist the temptation to put them on. Blame the boots, not me.”A snort slipped from my lips as I strolled towards the wardrobe to pick out what to wear. “But how come you never even wear them?” she queried. “I think they are just too fashionable to wear on ordinary days. I'm going to put them on when there is a special event,” I replied, pulling out a T-shirt and a pair of jeans from the wardrobe. “What special occasion would require you to wear boots instead of heels?” she wondered. I gave her a smile. “I'm certain that there are events like that. And again, I prefer boots to heels. They are more comfortable.”“Weirdo,” she murmured with a smile on her face. When I unwrapped my t

Jemima’s POVA scoff slipped from my lips as I thought of what to say to him to get him to leave. I didn't feel like eating with him. He looked at Piper and his lips curved into a mischievous grin. “Or do you also want me to leave?”“Of course not,” she replied almost immediately and nudged me with her elbow. “We’ll be delighted if you can join us. There is more than enough food for the three of us.”My lips parted in shock and I turned to face with a look close to betrayal plastered on my features.Her eyes pleaded with me to understand but I was too pissed at Adrian to do that.I knew that she had no choice. He was her Alpha and couldn't get away with some things I could get away with. “Fine, then,” I said, “You two can enjoy a lovely dinner together.”I could sense my mate’s amusement as I scooped a generous portion of potatoes into my plate and added some drumsticks before marching out of the dining room.“I'm so sorry about that,” I heard Piper say to him just before I slamme

Adrian’s POVI must have dozed off again because the next time I woke up, Jemima was no longer by my side. Her side of the bed was cold which meant she had been up for quite some time. I wondered if she was in the bathroom. I stretched and let out a tired yawn, feeling somewhat drained. It was part of the reasons I detested visiting the memories of the past. Memories that had to do with Sienna. With a sigh, I rose to a sitting position and my eyes went to the clock on the far end of the wall. My eyes instantly widened in surprise. It was almost ten-thirty. I wasn't supposed to have slept for that long. Jemima walked in just as I rose from the bed and the first thing I noticed was how sweaty she was. Her blouse clung to her chest tantalizingly and my eyes followed a bead of sweat as it rolled down her neck to disappear into her cleavage. She cleared her throat loudly and I reluctantly dragged my gaze back to her face. I wasn't even aware of when she shut the door behind her. “