All Chapters of The Rejected Omega: There Were Times I Wished You Were Dead : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AmberThe ride to wherever they were taking me felt endless.The car was silent except for the sound of the tires crunching against gravel. I kept my head down, tears blurring my vision as I fought against the bonds holding me. My wrists ached from where they’d tied them, and the gag in my mouth felt suffocating.Why is this happening to me?Irma growled in the back of my mind, pacing like a caged animal. You have to fight. You have to stay strong.But how could I? My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. The scent of the Alphas surrounded me, their presence oppressive and overwhelming. I turned my face to the window, praying that someone—anyone—would see me. But the road was deserted, nothing but trees and shadows stretching out into the distance.The car came to a jerking stop in front of an uncompleted building, its skeletal structure looming like a shadow in the night. My stomach churned with dread, and my pulse hammered in my ears as the doors clicked open. “Get

RayneThree days. Three long, agonizing days since Reed walked out of my life.I ran my fingers through my hair for the hundredth time, pacing back and forth in my room like a caged wolf. My phone sat on the bed, mocking me with its silence. I’d tried everything—calls, messages, even going to Reed’s house—but nothing worked.His mom had answered the door with a kind but confused smile, telling me Reed was “crashing at a friend’s place” and that she wasn’t sure when he’d be back. She didn’t even know where he was.I’d gone to his school the next day, hoping to catch him there, but his seat had been empty. Apparently, Reed wasn’t going to class either.“Damn it, Reed,” I muttered under my breath, picking up my phone again. I scrolled through our message thread—if it could even be called that. Dozens of my texts, all unanswered.Reed, please talk to me. Let me explain. I love you. I never meant for any of this to happen.Reed, I’m begging you. Just meet me. Five minutes, that’s all I nee

Ichika KirishimaThe file was thick, heavier than most cases I’d received in my twenty years of practice. I adjusted my glasses and opened it carefully, my eyes scanning the neat handwriting of the nurse who’d summarized the patient’s details.Patient Case FileName: Amber QueenAge: 18Sex: FemaleSecondary Gender: OmegaRelationship Status: No known family or spouse to speak of, though patient exhibits clear signs of being mated.Case Summary: Amber Queen presents as a highly delicate and complex case. She is the victim of a recent sexual assault, currently three weeks pregnant, and shows severe psychological and physical distress. Her mental state is deeply fragile, marked by extreme emotional instability.Symptoms and Observations:Panic Attacks: Frequent and unpredictable, triggered by perceived threats, loud noises, or unfamiliar people.Insomnia: Patient struggles to sleep, often showing signs of exhaustion and restlessness.Severe PTSD: Exhibits hypervigilance, distrust, and r

Dr. IchikaThe past few days with Amber had been nothing short of a delicate balancing act. Each session felt like walking on a tightrope—every word, every movement, carefully calculated to avoid unsettling her fragile psyche. Yet, with time and persistence, I could see the trust forming between us.At first, Amber insisted Nurse Lillian remain by her side during our sessions, her presence a lifeline of comfort and security. But gradually, as our rapport deepened, Amber began to loosen her grip on that dependence. One day, she hesitated, glanced at Lillian, and softly said, “You can go… if you want.”Lillian had looked at me for confirmation, and when I nodded, she left the room. That was the day I felt we had truly crossed the first major hurdle. Amber was finally willing to talk to me without needing a shield.Still, challenges remained. One of the most immediate concerns was Amber’s refusal to eat. She barely touched the hospital food, and her already frail frame had become alarmin

AmberFor the first time in a long while, I had something to look forward to. Every time Dr. Ichika walked through the door with her kind smile and warm presence, the gray walls of my world seemed to brighten, even if just a little. She brought food I could actually stomach—soft, flavorful meals that felt like the only good thing in my life right now.More than that, she made me feel… safe. Every second she spent with me was like a barrier between me and the nightmares that constantly clawed at the edges of my mind. When she was around, I didn’t feel like I was falling apart. She made me feel strong, even if I didn’t deserve it.But the nightmares didn’t care.Every time I closed my eyes, I was dragged back into that hell. I saw distorted faces sneering down at me, their mouths twisted in cruel mockery. Slimy hands pressed against my skin, suffocating me, and their overpowering scents made me gag even in my sleep. The pain—the searing, excruciating pain—echoed through my body, as real