Semua Bab I've Always Been Yours : A Rejected Omega Novel : Bab 71 - Bab 80

Bridget ReyesI slammed the door shut behind me so hard the frame shuddered.“Stupid mutt,” I hissed under my breath, ripping the shawl from around my shoulders and hurling it across the room. “Filthy, lying, wretched bitch.”I stormed across the room and back again, my heels clicking against the marble floor, then stopped and threw them off too. One bounced off the wall with a satisfying thud. My chest rose and fell with every breath. I could still see her face, the way she stood there like she belonged in that room. Like she had a right to be near my mate. And Caspian, he remembered her.DAMNIT.My stomach twisted at the thought. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He was supposed to forget her. Forget the past. The witch had promised.A soft knock sounded at the door. “Ma’am?” one of the maids whispered. “Shall I bring your dinner now?”I turned slowly, rage already burning in my throat.“Does it look like I want dinner right now?” I snapped.The girl flinched. “I-I’m sorry, I—

Olivia MartinsThe sound of quiet footsteps stirred me from sleep.I blinked against the light pouring in through the tall windows, my body stiff from sleeping curled up on the couch. My blanket had slipped halfway off during the night, and the air was warm, but not warm enough. I pulled it tighter around me, pushing up on one elbow.There were maids in the bedroom. Two of them, moving softly, carefully. Their eyes flicked to me and then away again. Not unfriendly… but uncertain. Like they didn’t know what to make of me.I sat up fully. “What time is it?” My voice was hoarse.One of them, short and younger, looked at the other, who cleared her throat and said gently, “Almost noon, miss.”“Noon?” I scrambled upright, my heart lurching. “You’re serious?”She nodded. “You were asleep when we came in. We didn’t want to wake you.”I rubbed my eyes, muttering under my breath. I hadn’t meant to sleep that long—hadn’t even meant to sleep here. My body had clearly given up. Maybe it was the st

Olivia MartinsBridget's scent clung to his skin like a second layer.I froze, immediately filled with disgust.No.No, no, no.I shoved at his chest.He didn’t budge at first. He was still lost in it, kissing my neck, gripping my waist like he needed me to breathe.“Caspian,” I said, sharper now, pushing harder. “Let me go.”His head lifted, dazed and flushed. “What?”I scrambled out from under him, my heart pounding. My body was still aching for him, still wet, still hot, but I couldn’t ignore it. I wouldn’t.“You were with her,” I spat.He blinked, confused and drunk, like the sentence didn’t register. Then he gave a slow, dismissive shrug and leaned back on his elbows.“She’s my mate,” he said simply, like that explained everything. Like that excused it.Rage clawed up my throat.“She’s not your fucking mate, I am.” I snapped.He groaned and dragged a hand through his hair, looking both exhausted and turned on. “Olivia…”“No,” I hissed, storming away from the bed. “Don’t ‘Olivia’

Olivia MartinsI woke up late, as I'd been doing the past couple of days, but this time, I wasn't sad. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, painting the room in a gentle golden glow. I was warm, tangled in the blankets of Caspian’s bed, his scent still clinging to the sheets. He was gone, but for once, I didn’t mind. I smiled as the memories from the night before wrapped around me like a second blanket.He'd come back to me.I took my time getting ready, still humming under my breath as I slipped into a simple dress and pulled my hair into a loose braid. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t dreading the day; I wasn't even plotting a way to murder that bitch.I practically skipped to the dining room, ate without really tasting anything, and headed toward his office, heart light and hope simmering just beneath the surface.But as I reached the door, I paused.Bridget’s voice drifted through the wood, thick with annoyance and forced sweetness. “I waited all ni

Olivia Martins The first thing I noticed was the softness beneath me, the bed. Familiar. Faintly scented with pine and smoke and something that made my heart squeeze even before I opened my eyes. Caspian. But my body was heavy, like I’d sunk into the mattress itself. I blinked slowly, vision hazy, and shapes came into view, the white ceiling… The soft glow of evening light filtering in through a window... and people, blurry outlines, clustered near the foot of the bed. I turned my head, sluggishly, and saw them more clearly now. Caspian stood rigid at the corner of the room, arms crossed over his chest, jaw tight. His gaze flicked toward me and away again, unreadable. Ryker was beside him, worry etched deep into his brow. Bridget clung to Caspian’s arm like he might vanish if she let go. Two guards lingered at the door, tension coiled in their posture. And the pack doctor stood closest, with a small smile on his face. Something felt wrong. Off. I tried to sit up. Pain tugged t