His Rejected Omega

Seven

Kane

The morning air carried the chill of the mountains outside Darius Manor, and the scent of pine drifted through the open balcony doors.

But none of that freshness could compete with the warmth radiating off Ella,.though she wasn’t exactly glowing with affection.

No, my new wife was burning with embarrassment.

She held my phone in trembling fingers, her violet eyes fixed on the screen as she pressed play. I leaned casually against the wall, arms folded, trying not to grin too early.

The video began: Ella rising from the couch in the dead of night, her movements slow and dreamlike. Her bare feet padded across the wooden floor until she reached my bed. The sound of her soft breathing filled the room as she crawled onto the mattress like a sleepwalker guided by instinct.

“Is everything alright?” my sleepy voice murmured through the speaker.

On screen, she pressed a finger to her lips as if to hush me, then spirits above, she yanked off my blanket, hugged my waist like I was some oversized pillow, pressed her palm against my chest, and sighed in the sweetest, softest voice imaginable.

“Sleep tight, darling.”

When the video ended, Ella froze. Her face turned crimson, ears pink, and even the tips of her hair seemed to shimmer from the heat of her mortification.

I didn’t even try to stop the laughter rumbling in my chest. “You really called me darling,” I teased. “That’s… surprisingly affectionate for someone who threatened to claw my throat out few hours ago.”

She glared daggers at me. “I told you—I can’t handle alcohol. I must’ve been sleepwalking.”

“Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?” I smirked. “Sleepwalking cuddles?”

She huffed, crossing her arms. “Couldn’t you at least have stopped me?”

“And ruin the best thing that’s happened to me all week?” I said, biting back a laugh.

She reached to hand me my phone back, muttering under her breath, but I nudged it back toward her. “You’re not done yet. There’s another clip.”

Her brows shot up. “What?”

“Go on, Luna. Play the next one.”

Her fingers hesitated, but she tapped on it anyway.

The screen lit up again, and this time, the sight nearly made me blush.

Ella had practically plastered herself to me in her sleep, her limbs draped over me like a vine, her cheek resting on my shoulder. My voice came through the speaker, rough with amusement.

“Sweetheart, don’t you think this is a little excessive?”

Then came her sleepy reply, half growl, half purr: “One more word, and I’ll s***k you even harder.”

I bit down on a laugh, but the sound escaped me anyway. The video ended with her snuggling even closer, and for a long second, the silence in the room was unbearable, at least for her.

Ella sat there, utterly still, her whole face aflame. I couldn’t help myself. I leaned closer, my voice teasing but soft. “You’re adorably fierce. Threatening me in your sleep, huh? How’s a man supposed to resist that?”

Her jaw dropped open, then snapped shut again as she launched herself off the bed with a furious huff.

She bolted for the bathroom so fast her nightgown fluttered behind her like a cape.

I collapsed backward onto the bed, laughing until my stomach hurt. The whole pack had whispered that the Alpha of Blackridge was cold, untouchable, and incapable of laughing. If only they could see me now.

It had been a long time since anyone had made me feel this alive.

The bathroom door slammed shut, and through it came the muffled sound of Ella cursing under her breath.

I could imagine her tugging at her hair, cheeks burning, pacing the tiles in mortification.

I sat up, smirking. “Honey,” I called, knocking lightly. “Time’s ticking. The elders are waiting for us.”

Silence.

Then, a strained voice: “I’m not going anywhere until the floor swallows me.”

I chuckled. “Sorry, can’t cancel on the Elder Council. Pack tradition, remember? The morning after the wedding, the new Luna and Alpha greet the elders. You can’t get out of it, Ella.”

She let out a groan.

Then the sound of running water. She was showering.

Good.

At least that meant she hadn’t decided to climb out the bathroom window.

When she emerged again, she was wearing a crimson dress that hugged her curves in a way that made me forget how to breathe.

Though she was trying so hard to hide those beautiful legs, I could spot them regardless.

She caught me staring and narrowed her eyes.

“What do I wear?” she demanded flatly, clearly trying to distract me.

I handed her a white silk shawl and a small box. “Got you covered.”

She snatched them, shutting the door again before I could say anything else.

By the time she came out again, her face was too calm. But her scent told a different story: nerves, determination, and beneath it all… defiance.

Her wolf might be small compared to mine, but she had fire in her.

“Where’s my wig?” she asked coolly.

I turned, looked at her face, and nearly lost it again. “Trying to hide that beauty, Luna?”

“Give. Me. The. Wig.”

I handed it over before she burned me alive with her glare. As she tugged it on, I murmured, “Try not to give anyone heart attacks today, hmm?”

She ignored me and stormed past, but I caught her hand before she could leave.

“Hey.”

She turned slightly.

“You did great,” I said quietly. “For someone who threatened to ‘s***k’ her Alpha, I mean.”