All Chapters of The Rejected Omega: There Were Times I Wished You Were Dead : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

AmberI woke up with the sharp, nauseating realization that I had just made the biggest mistake of my life.The air around me was heavy, too warm, and thick with a scent that sent a shiver down my spine. My stomach churned as I blinked my eyes open, my body sluggish and sore in ways I didn’t want to think about. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar, and the bed I was lying in wasn’t mine. Panic set in, tightening its claws around my chest.I sat up slowly, every movement feeling like it required monumental effort. The sheet slipped from my shoulders, exposing bare skin. My breath hitched as I realized I was naked. Completely naked.No, no, no. This can’t be happening.Memories of the night before were fragmented and elusive, like trying to hold water in my hands. The last clear moment I could recall was Reed dragging me to Brittany’s house, his excitement contagious even though I hadn’t wanted to go.Brittany had thrown the party to celebrate graduating high school in two months. She’d

Amber For as long as I could remember, my life had been a series of struggles and disappointments. Being an Omega wasn’t just a curse—it was a brand, a mark that said I was worthless from the moment I was born.My mother died giving birth to me, and my father made sure I never forgot it. To him, I was the reason she was gone, the reason his life fell apart. He didn’t call me his daughter; he called me a murderer, a killer who had stolen the woman he loved. My earliest memories were filled with his cold, unforgiving eyes and the sharp bite of his words.It wasn’t enough for him to hate me—my brothers followed his lead, treating me as though I didn’t exist or, worse, as though I was something to be ashamed of. They were Alpha warriors, strong and respected in the Pack, everything I wasn’t. To them, I was weak, a constant reminder of our family’s disgrace.For years, I tried to earn their love. I thought if I worked hard enough, stayed out of their way, or did everything perfectly, they

AmberIt had been two weeks since that night—since Rayne had marked me, since our worlds had collided in the most painful and disastrous way imaginable.Two weeks since I had seen or heard from him.I told myself, at first, that he needed time. Anyone would. How could Rayne possibly come to terms with a mate bond, the betrayal it represented to Reed, and the weight of everything else all at once? But as the days stretched on in agonizing silence, the emptiness of his absence became unbearable.The bond wouldn’t let me forget him.It wasn’t just a mark. A mate bond was far more than a symbol of ownership or a claim. It was a tether—an indestructible, unyielding tie that linked our souls. Through it, I should have been able to sense his emotions, feel his heartbeat echoing alongside mine, and even hear his voice in my mind if either of us willed it. The bond should have let us soothe each other, even from afar, a connection so deep and intimate it defied explanation.But Rayne had slamm

RayneReed’s warm hands trailed down my chest, his fingers nimble as they worked at my belt. My breath hitched as he unbuckled it, pulling it free before undoing my zipper. He looked up at me, his coffee-brown eyes gleaming with playful affection, the kind of look I’d come to know so well.“Just relax, babe,” he murmured, his voice low and soft. “Let me take care of you.”I nodded slowly, though the knot in my stomach didn’t loosen. When Reed wrapped his hand around me, stroking me with practiced ease, a shaky sigh escaped my lips. I leaned back against the headboard, closing my eyes and letting the warmth of his touch wash over me.This was Reed. My Reed. The person I loved most in the world.I should have been content, but my mind wouldn’t stop spinning. As his lips replaced his hand, enveloping me in heat, I felt a pang of guilt twist in my chest.I loved Reed. I loved him.Didn’t I?The memory of my mark on Amber's neck, of the bond thrumming faintly in the back of my mind, made m

AmberThe passenger door opened with a quiet click, an unspoken command. I climbed in, my body trembling as his scent washed over me, rich and heady. It worked instantly, calming my frayed nerves, but I hated that I needed it.Rayne didn’t say a word as the gates opened and he drove into the mansion grounds. The silence was suffocating, heavy with unspoken tension.When we parked, he got out without a glance, circling the car and yanking the door open for me. His hand grabbed mine, firm and unyielding, and he pulled me out of the car with enough force to make me stumble.“Rayne, I need to—”“Not here,” he snapped, his voice cold and clipped.He practically dragged me inside, his grip on my wrist unrelenting as we climbed the stairs to his room. When we got there, he slammed the door shut behind us, the sound reverberating through the walls.Rayne stormed to his dresser with sharp, unrelenting movements, his shoulders stiff with tension. I watched as he yanked the drawer open, the soun