Lahat ng Kabanata ng I've Always Been Yours : A Rejected Omega Novel : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Olivia Martins “Caspian!” I cried, my voice trembling in fear. His head lolled to the side, eyes closed, face pale and clammy. He wasn’t responding. “No, no, no—” I cradled his face in my hands, panic clawing up my throat. “Look at me, please, Caspian, just open your eyes. Come on, you’re okay. You’re going to be okay.” I felt his breath against my fingers, shallow, but still there. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Call the damn doctor!” Ryker’s voice cut through the panic. “Now!” Footsteps pounded behind me, but I didn’t look up. I couldn’t. I rested Caspian’s head on my lap, brushing back his hair, my fingers trembling. His skin was burning. My mate was lying there unconscious, and I had no idea why. I couldn't even feel him through the bond to know what was happening to him. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. “Stay with me,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Please, just stay with me…” The moment dragged. I was aware of the people around us, guards murmuring, Ryker

Olivia Martins The door creaked open, stirring me from the edge of a restless sleep. I blinked against the soft morning light spilling through the curtains. “Ryker?” I asked, my voice scratchy and low. “It’s me,” he said gently. “Didn’t mean to wake you. Just needed a change of clothes.” I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes as he disappeared into the closet. The bed still smelled faintly of him, clean and masculine, but it wasn’t Caspian, and every part of me ached with the reminder. When Ryker emerged, he was dressed in all black. A fitted shirt, dark slacks, and polished shoes. His jacket hung perfectly from his shoulders, and he adjusted the collar like it was choking him. “The burial?” I asked, already knowing the answer. He nodded once. I swung my legs off the bed. “I’m coming too.” “No.” His response was quick, too quick. Then he hesitated, his expression softening. “I mean… no. He’s mad as hell, Olivia. I don’t know how he’ll react to seeing you there.” My chest tightene

Olivia Martins My heart jumped as Ryker spun me around, shoving my back against the wall. His eyes blazed with fury, and his hand clamped tightly over my mouth, muffling my gasp of shock. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he hissed. I shook my head, eyes wide, panicked, but then we both froze. A sound came from inside the Luna’s quarters. “Did you hear that?” Bridget’s voice. Ryker stiffened. From inside, we both heard Caspian answer in a bored tone, “Hear what? I stopped breathing. Caspian was there... with her. “Nothing… I must’ve heard wrong. So, what do you think?” Bridget again, her voice cheerful. “Fine,” Caspian huffed. “Is this why you called me here?” “Yes… well, no,” Bridget said, her tone slipping into something sultry, calculated. My stomach turned. I knew that tone. She was trying to seduce him. That witch! Not under my watch. Ryker saw the shift in my expression. He shook his head at me, mouthing, Don’t. But it was too late. “I was thinking,” Bridget s

Olivia Martins The name slammed into me like a punch to the chest. My breath caught. My body froze. Joshua Reyes. The man who never missed a chance to humiliate me. The man who made it his life’s work to remind me I was worthless. The former Beta of the Nightshade pack. Bridget's father. Which means... Bridget is my half-sister. No. No, no, no. The witch’s voice echoed in my head: You share the same blood. I had clung to the hope that she was wrong. That there was some other explanation. But hearing it from Cedric made everything crash into place. I shoved back from the table so fast the chair screeched behind me. My chest heaved. My hands shook. I didn’t remember walking out of the jail. I didn’t remember Cedric being dragged away or Ryker guiding me to the car. Everything was a blur, like I was watching it all happen to someone else, from a distance too far to feel anything properly. Ryker asked me if I was okay. I think I nodded. I couldn’t be sure. My head was clouded

Olivia Martins Caspian hadn’t moved in over an hour. He lay still in his bed, pale, his skin damp with sweat, and his breaths shallow. The doctor had checked him over already, twice. He said he needed rest. Said his vitals were stabilizing. But none of it calmed the panic curling in my stomach. I stood at the foot of the bed, arms folded tight across my chest, trying to keep it together. My clothes had clung to me, still damp from the run and everything that followed, so I’d changed into something clean: black leggings, a soft sweatshirt, and hair yanked into a bun. I didn’t feel put together. On the contrary, I felt like I was barely holding it in. Ryker stood by the door, silent and tense. He’d tried to get me to leave earlier. Said I should go rest, that I wasn’t helping anything by being here. I told him to go to hell. So here I was. Standing. Waiting. Watching. Bridget wasn’t here when the doctor checked him. She came bursting in like she owned the place a few minutes ago,