Semua Bab I've Always Been Yours : A Rejected Omega Novel : Bab 51 - Bab 57

Caspian Storm The rogues never got to scream. I gave them a chance, one heartbeat’s worth, to regret what they did. One look into my eyes was all they got before I tore them apart. The first one died quickly. My claws sank into his chest and ripped through bone like it was paper. I could’ve dragged it out. I wanted to. But I had no time for games. The second ran. I let him. For a few paces. Then I was on him, teeth bared, fury burning hotter than any flame. I didn’t just kill him. I made him feel it. Every bone cracked beneath my fists. He begged and cursed me, as if that would save him. It didn’t. When it was done, I stood there, chest heaving, surrounded by blood. My wolf still snarled inside me, unsatisfied. He wanted more. Revenge wasn’t enough. We needed to protect. Protect her. My Luna. My mate. Olivia. I staggered back, drawing a long breath as my claws retracted. The rogues lay broken, their blood soaking into the stone. Ryker stood in the corner, silent, his expre

Caspian Storm The blood on my knuckles was already drying, crusting over my skin like rusted iron. It should've stung. It didn’t. Not as much as the way Olivia had looked at me, wide-eyed, not with love, but fear. She was already in our room when I came in. Not pacing, not crying, just sitting there on the edge of the bed, motionless, like she hadn’t moved since she left the courtyard. Her back was rigid, shoulders tight. She didn’t look at me. “Olivia…” My voice cracked from use or guilt. I couldn’t tell which. “I...” She flinched. A small, almost imperceptible thing. But it sliced through my entire being. I stopped mid-step. My hand hovered in the air, then dropped to my side. I wanted to go to her. I wanted to fall to my knees and tell her I didn’t know what happened out there. That something dark had slipped loose in me the second I saw another man touching her, her arms around him, even if it meant nothing. That the beast inside me, the part tied to her, maddened by the in

Olivia Martins Two weeks later The silence between Caspian and me had stretched so long, I started to wonder if we’d ever spoken at all. Caspian and I hadn’t said more than a few strained words in the two weeks since our fight. I didn’t know what was worse, the nights when he didn’t come home or the ones when he did, silent and stiff, taking the couch without a word. Sometimes I woke to find the door still open, like he hadn’t been able to bear being inside at all. At first, I trained with the warriors, pushing myself harder just to keep from thinking. But that didn’t last long. One by one, they stopped showing up. When I finally confronted one of them, he wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I’m sorry, Luna,” he’d said. “Alpha’s orders.” The title felt hollow on his tongue. I wasn’t Luna. Not officially. We hadn’t completed the bond. There had been no mating ceremony. Just… distance. So I trained alone. Ate alone. Slept alone. I tried to stay busy, but the walls of the pack house started

Olivia Martins “No!” I screamed, fighting the ropes with everything I had. They cut into my wrists and burned my skin raw, but I didn’t stop. I twisted, thrashed, and kicked until my shoulders ached and my lungs felt like fire. The chair creaked beneath me, unmoving. The bonds didn’t loosen. If anything, they tightened. I couldn’t feel him. I couldn’t feel Caspian. That silken thread that had always hummed somewhere at the back of my mind, faint but real, was gone. Like it had been cut. Like it had never existed. My throat went dry. “What did you do?!” I roared, eyes burning as I glared at Bridget. “Undo it! You twisted, jealous, insane—” She barely spared me a glance. The witch stood nearby, still watching with that sick satisfaction, and Bridget, Bridget was basking in it. Hands on her hips, chin lifted like she’d finally won. “This won’t keep him,” I spat. “Even if you tricked the bond, forced it, his soul will know. He’ll still come for me.” Bridget turned then, slowly,