บททั้งหมดของ I've Always Been Yours : A Rejected Omega Novel : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

I couldn’t breathe.Not in that hallway, not in that house, not in this pack.The image of Caspian kissing her—Bridget—was seared into my memory, playing on a cruel, endless loop behind my eyes. Every time I blinked, it was there. Her arms around him. His hands in her hair. The same hands that once held me like I was everything.I should’ve known. I did know. Deep down, I think I always did.I stumbled into my room, barely able to keep myself upright as I closed the door behind me. My legs gave out before I made it to the bed, and I slid to the floor, pressing my back against the door. The silence of the house wrapped around me like a suffocating fog. It was quiet—too quiet. Like even the walls knew what I’d seen. Like they were waiting for me to finally admit the truth I’d spent so long denying.He was never mine.Not really.I curled my arms around my knees, burying my face as the sobs came hard and fast, ripping through me with violent force. I tried to be quiet. I didn’t want anyo

Olivia Martins After I shifted back to my human form, I found a long shirt folded in a laundry basket near the back of the motel. It probably belonged to one of the workers, but I didn’t care. I slipped it on quickly, still breathless from the shift, from the run, from everything. My limbs ached, the burn of the transformation still fading from my muscles, but I didn’t care about the pain. I felt alive. For the first time in forever, I felt whole. My wolf, my beautiful, white, omega wolf, was finally a part of me. And I loved her. Every inch. Every howl. But now came the hard part. I pushed the door open to our motel room quietly. The light was on. Victoria was sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging her knees. Her eyes flicked up to me as soon as I stepped in. Neither of us said anything at first. I went straight to the bathroom, still avoiding her gaze. The hot water helped a little—it washed away the dirt and the sweat, but not the nerves sitting heavy in my chest. I stayed

Six years later Olivia Martins The sun was high and hot as I wiped the sweat from my forehead, breath fogging in the cool mountain air. Training had been intense that morning, and I liked it that way—I liked the ache in my muscles and the sting in my lungs. It reminded me that I’d survived worse. That I was no longer that girl running through the woods with tears in her eyes and nothing but pain in her chest. Six years had passed since that night. Six years since I left Winterfall behind. The Crescent Moon Pack had been a lifeline when Victoria and I had nothing else. Despite me being an omega—and an outsider at that—Alpha Darius had taken one look at me and said, “If you’re willing to fight for us, we’ll fight for you.” And he’d kept his word. Over time, I’d grown from the quiet, broken girl hiding in the back of the barracks to a warrior who could hold her own in a fight. Respected. Valued. Finally. I was tightening the strap of my sparring gear when one of the other war

First Day of the Congress Caspian Storm The Crescent Moon Pack’s territory stretched beneath a cloudy sky, crisp mountain air brushing against my skin as we crossed the border. I hadn’t been here before, but I’d read the reports—smaller numbers, tight defenses, an Alpha I don't quite trust, but I don't underestimate either. Darius stood waiting with a couple of warriors behind him. His smile was broad, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Calculating. I hated reading Alphas like that. Too polished. Too practiced. “Alpha Caspian,” he said, extending a hand. “Welcome to Crescent Moon.” I shook it, firm. “Thank you for hosting.” “And this must be your Luna,” he added, glancing at Bridget with polite interest. Bridget smiled brightly, batting her lashes at him. “She’s not—” I started, but Darius didn’t wait. “Please, allow one of our warriors to escort you both to your quarters.” “Separate quarters,” I said, louder this time, cutting in before the warrior could move. “Bridget is repr

Caspian Storm She collapsed in front of me, her legs folding beneath her, and I caught her before she hit the ground. Her skin was warm, soft, real. My arms locked around her instinctively, cradling her against my chest. I don’t know how long I stood there with her in my arms, but eventually, my feet started moving. The forest floor was cold beneath my bare soles, pine needles sticking to our skin, but I couldn’t care less. My heart thundered, every beat syncing with the scent of her wrapped around me. A few warriors spotted us as I crossed the edge of the trees, their gazes snapping to us in silent shock. A couple exchanged confused looks: a naked Alpha, an unconscious woman, her scent unmistakably omega, unmistakably mine. Let them stare. Let them talk. I didn’t stop. I only tightened my hold on her and kept walking. The cabin wasn’t far. It had been assigned to me earlier that day, modest, private, and now hers as much as it was mine. I shouldered the door open and stepped