All Chapters of The Alpha's Rejected Omega: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CassiusI was on my throne and he was on his knees.Lorien—gods, it was him. His mouth was stretched around my cock, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, his hands digging into my thighs like he was starving and I was the only thing he’d ever craved. My hand tangled in his hair, yanking his head back just to see that look of devotion—of complete surrender.But then—Click.A gun was pressed to his temple.His eyes widened. He whispered my name, mouth trembling.And I—I froze.******I woke up with a ragged gasp, bolting upright in bed, drenched in sweat and breathing like I’d run a damn marathon.“What the f—”I rubbed a hand down my face, clenching my jaw so tightly I thought it might crack.“Ridiculous,” I growled to myself, throwing the covers off.What kind of fucked up dream was that? And why the hell was it him?Lorien Vale.The one I rejected. The one I crushed.The one I—No.I wasn’t going there. Not again.But still… my heart wouldn’t slow. That dream—it had felt real. Too real. The

I regretted snapping at Alpha Matthias the moment the words left my mouth.“You could have told me from the beginning,” I had said, sharper than I meant to. “Instead, you let me stay here not knowing—what you really are.”Now I stood there, stiff, arms crossed in front of me like a barrier, as if I could protect myself with posture alone.Matthias didn’t react like I expected. No growl. No barked command to bow my head. He just studied me, head tilted slightly, like I was some kind of puzzle he hadn’t quite figured out yet.“I didn’t lie to you,” he said at last. His voice was calm. Measured. But there was a tension there. A warning hidden between syllables. “I told you this was a place for wolves who wanted a new chance. I never said it would be easy.”I swallowed hard. “A mafia?”“We protect our own. We don’t follow weak laws made by alphas who’ve forgotten what it means to have teeth.” His gaze darkened. “But we’re not monsters, Lorien. You haven’t been dragged into some nightmare.

Cassius’s POVThe scent of stone, incense, and soil clung to my skin long after I’d left the tomb.I stumbled out of the dark crypt like a man drunk, barely hearing the elders behind me as they whispered their condolences. I didn’t want their words. I didn’t want their hands on my shoulder. I didn’t want anything except to be left alone.The walk back to the packhouse was a blur. Every breath of cold morning air stung like ice on my lungs, but it didn’t chase the heat building under my skin. My fingers trembled. My teeth clenched. I felt unsteady—as if my body was no longer my own.Because the dream hadn’t left me.Because his voice still echoed in my head.I slammed the door of my bedroom behind me and headed straight for the shower. Steam filled the space quickly, fogging up the mirrors and wrapping around me like a ghost I couldn’t escape.The water was scalding, but it didn’t burn enough.Lorien. Again. In my damn dreams.I had woken up hard—so hard it made me sick. My fists clenc

LorienThe night was suffocatingly quiet, save for the soft rustle of the trees outside and the gentle hum of the wind. I lay still in my bed, staring out the window at the pitch-black sky. The room was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon that was hidden behind the clouds. My thoughts drifted as I listened to the sounds of the night—the occasional rustle of leaves, the distant howl of a wolf. But something else broke the stillness.A strange, almost imperceptible sound.I froze, my heart skipping a beat. It came again—faint but deliberate, like a low scraping noise, the kind you only hear when something is moving just outside your reach. My senses immediately heightened, and a wave of unease crawled up my spine.I stood up quietly, careful not to disturb Kieran who was sleeping nearby, his rhythmic breathing the only sign of life beside me. I glanced back at him briefly, my chest tightening. I hated disturbing him. After everything we had been through together,

CassiusI couldn’t shake the irritation clawing at me as I stood outside the pack hospital room. Something wasn’t right, and I knew it. Isabella—a woman who was supposed to be as strong as the Alpha blood coursing through her veins—had supposedly fallen down the stairs and hit her head? That didn’t sit well with me. A woman like her didn’t just “trip.” If she was truly an Alpha’s daughter, she was supposed to be made of tougher stuff. But here I was, pacing the hallway like a fool, still not believing the doctor’s words.Julian stepped up beside me, his usual smirk in place. “What’s going through your head?” he asked, leaning casually against the wall.I didn’t even look at him. “I don’t buy it,” I muttered. “An Alpha’s daughter doesn’t fall down the stairs. That’s weak, Julian.”He didn’t argue with me, just tilted his head slightly, as if to remind me he could see right through me. “You’re right. But that’s not what’s bothering you, is it?”I shot him a glance, annoyed that he was