All Chapters of I've Always Been Yours : A Rejected Omega Novel : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Olivia Martins “Where the fuck do you think you're going?” Caspian growled, his voice low and dangerous. I backed up a step, the warmth of his chest still lingering in the robe I wore. “I just... I need my clothes,” I said, voice quiet but firm. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “I’ll have someone bring you some.” My fingers tightened on the edge of the fabric. “So what—am I your prisoner now?” Caspian stepped forward again, closing the space between us. I could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin and could see the sharp lines of his jaw tighten as he stared down at me. “You're mine,” he said, low and certain. “And you always will be.” The air grew heavier. He wasn’t touching me, but I felt caged. Not by his arms—by the bond pulsing betw

Olivia Martins The breeze tugged at the hem of my shirt as we made our way toward the sleek black SUV waiting at the edge of the clearing. My heart thudded with every step, unsure if it was nerves or something deeper settling beneath my skin. Caspian walked beside me, silent but solid, his presence grounding even when everything inside me felt like it was shifting. Then I saw her. “Victoria?” I blinked, stopping in my tracks. She was standing by the car—duffel bag slung over one shoulder, backpack at her feet, arms crossed with that familiar look of quiet determination stamped on her face. She smiled. “Did you really think I’d let my best friend travel to the other side of the country without me?” Emotion clogged my throat. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. A laugh slipped through my lips instead, shaky and raw, and then she was in my arms. We held each other tightly, tears slipping freely now, soaking into the fabric of her hoodie and my shoulder. “I don’t care

Olivia Martins “Do you really want to bond yourself to an omega… forever?” Ryker asked. I held my breath, anxiously waiting for Caspian's reply. And then— “I couldn’t be more sure,” Caspian said, his voice low and steady. “I’ve waited long enough to make her mine.” Something inside me unknotted. I stood frozen for a second, the weight of his words grounding me in place. Then, without thinking, I raised my hand and knocked—once, sharply—before pushing the door open without waiting for a reply. Both men turned at the sound. Ryker blinked in surprise, but I only had eyes for Caspian. I walked in without a word, locked eyes with Ryker long enough for my glare to land, and then crossed the room in three purposeful strides. Caspian barely had time to straighten before I reached up, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and kissed him. Hard. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t tentative. Six years of longing, confusion, pain, and buried love burst to the surface. His hands hesitated for only

Olivia Martins The room fell silent. It wasn’t just quiet; it was suffocating. The kind of silence that settled in your bones and made your heartbeat feel too loud. I could feel the weight of it pressing against my chest, and I wasn’t even the one trembling. Joshua was. Caspian stood next to me, shoulders squared, his eyes glowing faintly with that dangerous red flicker that meant his wolf was right there beneath the surface. I didn’t have to be bonded to him to feel it. His rage rolled off him in waves, coiling around the room like smoke. “If anyone here refuses to accept my mate as their Luna,” Caspian said, his voice like carved stone, low and unshakable, “then you're welcome to challenge me as the Alpha. If not, then you are welcome to leave.” No one moved. No one spoke. Not even Joshua. Caspian’s eyes swept over the pack like a blade, cold and merciless. “But let me make one thing clear,” he added. “Olivia is my mate. She will be your Luna. That is not up for debate.” He

Olivia Martins Caspian’s kiss tasted like longing and promise. The years between us melted as his mouth claimed mine again and again, slower this time, deeper. My fingers curled into the front of his shirt, needing more than the feel of his lips. Needing him. His hands cupped my face, steady and sure, thumbs brushing the corners of my mouth. “Olivia,” he breathed, his voice rough with restraint. I answered by pulling him closer. He lifted me into his arms with ease, like I weighed nothing to him. I clung to his shoulders, head tucked against his throat. His scent overwhelmed me: cedar and rain and that familiar warmth I’d never stopped craving. The soft creak of the door behind us gave way to quiet as he carried me into the bedroom. The candlelight spilled in golden puddles across the sheets. Everything felt warm, like him. Familiar. Safe. He set me down at the edge of the bed, and for a moment, neither of us moved. We just looked. His gaze swept over me with reverence, like h