Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Rejected Omega: Lunawolf: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Jinx's pov The room was pitch black, smelling of rich wood and Calhoun’s sharp rosey scent. I opened my eyes and blinked against my pillow. My whole body felt sore and bruised exhausted from using my Lunar powers. Then, I felt it. A heavy, muscular weight draped across my waist and the sensation of hot, rhythmic breath against the back of my neck. "You’re awake," a deep masculine voice vibrated through my spine. I didn't even have to turn around to know Calhoun was smirking. I tried to shift, but his arm tightened, pulling my hips flush against him. He was completely shirtless, his skin radiating a heat that made the heavy blankets feel redundant. "How long was I out?" I asked, my voice coming out in a dry crack. "Long enough for me to contemplate mounting the guards heads on pikes for breathing too loudly near the door," Calhoun murmured. He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow so he could look down at me. The moonlight from the balcony caught the hazel in hi

The temperature in the training pit seemed to drop ten degrees and for once, the tension between him and Derrick evaporated, replaced by a shared hostility toward a common enemy. The Council of the night watch. "The Council," Calhoun echoed. The word sounded like a curse. He turned over to me, his eyes tracking over my leather leggings and messy hair. "Go to your room. Put on something that doesn't scream I’ve been rolling in the dirt with a werewolf. Bella! Get her cleaned up!" "I'm not a doll you can just hide away," I protested, but Bella was already there, appearing like a ghost and hauling me toward the stone stairs. "Not now little mouse," Calhoun snapped. "These men do not want to meet a girl. They want to measure a weapon. Don't give them the satisfaction of seeing you sweat." An hour later, I was standing outside the massive obsidian doors of the throne room. Bella had scrubbed me within an inch of my life and poured me into a gown of deep violet silk that felt more

"No!" The word ripped from my throat, raw and desperate. I lunged for Calhoun but he moved with the speed of a strike of lightning sidestepping me so effortlessly that I stumbled into the floor. "Calhoun, look at me!" I scrambled to my feet, my silver energy flickering around my fingertips like dying embers. "You’re reacting exactly how the Council and your enemies wants you to! If you slaughter a whole pack over a kiss I didn't even want, you prove to the world that you’re the monster they say you are!" Calhoun paused, his back to me. His shoulders were broad, heaving with the effort of containing the beast clawing inside him. "I don't care about the Council's opinion or anyone else's opinion," he said, his voice a low, vibrating growl. "I care about loyalty. I saved you from a cage, Jinx. I gave you a crown when they wanted to give you a lobotomy. And in return, you let this disgusting creature put his mouth on you?" "I didn't let him!" I screamed. "He caught me off guar

At the Iron Hills. Inside the hollow Icy mountain of the Iron Walls, blue torches flickered in a cold room smelling of ancient history. At the head of a long, obsidian table sat Lady Seraphina, the true power behind the Council. She was strikingly tall, towering at 6 ft 4. Her long, stark white hair cascaded down her shoulders like silk, contrasting sharply against the piercing intensity of her crystalline blue eyes. Standing at her right hand was Alexander, her most trusted advisor. Alexander was a sharp, slender man with eyes that missed nothing. He was the calm to Seraphina's storm, the man who handled the details that required a scalpel rather than a hammer. "The elders have fled Calhoun's territory," Alexander said, his voice smooth and clear in the quiet room. "Thorne is dead. Calhoun killed him with his bare hands in front of the girl." Seraphina didn't blink. she stared at the map spread out before her, her fingers resting flat on the table. "Thorne was a fool. He

"What the fuck did you just say?" he hissed, his voice vibrating with the power of his inner beast, "Are you disputing my claim as Alpha and the ruler of this pack?" Inside my head, my wolf, Nyx, didn't't shrink back and continued taunting him. “You heard me, Alpha,” Nyx’s voice rang out into Calhoun’s mind. “You might lead the pack, but you don’t own the blood that runs through these veins. I am the Luna. Unfortunately you’ve been chasing a prize, but you caught a predator.” Our wolf was supposed to represent our attitude, but Nyx was nothing like me. Calhoun let out a dry chuckle climbing off the bed, his naked form glistening in the firelight. He looked like a god of war, even with blood trickling down his collarbone. "His cock is so big!" Nyx screamed in my head. "A predator? You’ve been trembling in fear since you walked through those doors, Jinx. Your heart was drumming a caged mouse." “That was the girl,” Nyx retorted, and I felt my own lips curl into a smirk I di