All Chapters of Rejected By The Alpha Claimed By The Lycan King: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I wake up every morning like it might be my last.Because it might be. Because I'm mortal now. Because the Absolute is waiting. Because death is certain. Because time is limited.And somehow, that makes everything more beautiful."Good morning." Kai kisses my forehead. This reality's Kai. Who remembered me slowly. Who chose me willingly. Who loves me temporally. "You're thinking too much again.""I'm thinking just enough." I pull him closer. "About how lucky I am. Right now. This moment. This morning. You."He smiles. "We have time. Years probably. Decades maybe. A whole lifetime potentially. You don't have to treat every morning like it's the last.""But I want to." I kiss him. Deep. Real. Present. "Because it might be. And if it is, I want to have loved you fully. Completely. Now."We make love. Slow. Present. Grateful. Not worried about forever. Not seeking eternal. Just this. Just us. Just now.When it's over, we lie tangled. Both breathing hard. Both smiling. Both here."I love t

I wake up in our bed. Kai beside me. Sleeping peacefully. Beautiful. Mine. For today. Until midnight. Until he forgets. Again. I touch his face. Memorizing. Knowing. Loving. He doesn't stir. Doesn't know my touch. Doesn't remember yesterday. Doesn't remember anything about us. The clock shows 6 AM. I have eighteen hours. Eighteen hours to make him love me. Eighteen hours to rebuild what we had. Eighteen hours before midnight erases everything. Again. I get up. Make coffee. Prepare breakfast. Normal morning things. Except nothing is normal. Because I'm preparing to meet my mate who doesn't know I'm his mate. Kai wakes up. Comes downstairs. Sees me. Confusion on his face. "Hi." He says carefully. "I'm sorry. Do I know you? Did we. Did something happen last night that I should remember?" My heart breaks. First time of infinite times. "I'm Aurora. I live here. With you. We're... we share this house." "We do?" He looks around. Like he's seeing the house for the first time even thou

Day four hundred and two. I wake up. Something's wrong. Kai's not in bed. None of my mates are. The house is empty. Silent. Wrong.I find a note. Kai's handwriting. Fresh. Written this morning."Aurora - if that's really your name. We left. All of us. We talked yesterday after you fell asleep. Compared notes. Realized something was off. Every day we wake up not remembering you but believing your story. Every day we fall in love with a stranger. Every day we accept this insane situation. That's not normal. That's not right. That's manipulation. We think you're manipulating us. Using some power. Some magic. Some control. Making us love you. Making us believe you. Making us forget at midnight so we can never compare notes, never question, never realize. We left to break free. Don't look for us. Don't follow us. Leave us alone. We want our real lives back. Our real memories. Our real choices. Not whatever this is. Not whatever you made us. Not this. - Kai"The note falls from my hands. No

I didn't sleep. Spent all night searching for answers. Protection. Third paths. Found nothing. Just fear. Just certainty. Just doom. Morning comes. Sunrise. Beautiful. Terrible. Final maybe. They'll wake up soon. Unprotected. Vulnerable. Manipulatable. And I have no solution. No plan. No hope. I hear movement upstairs. Kai waking. Then Damon. Zephyr. Erebus. All waking. All forgetting. All unprotected. All doomed maybe. I wait. Downstairs. Terrified. Listening. Waiting for the three words. "Trust Aurora." Please. Please let them still work. Please let the erosion not be complete. Please let protection remain somehow. Silence. Long. Heavy. Wrong. They're not saying the words. Not automatically. Not at all. The erosion is complete. The protection is gone. They're waking up vulnerable. Really vulnerable. Finally vulnerable. I hear voices. Confused. Questioning. Discussing. The Absolute is there. I can feel it. Whispering. Planting doubts. Making them suspicious. Making them s

Day two thousand. Five and a half years. Two thousand mornings of gambling. Two thousand days of fighting. Two thousand midnights of forgetting. I'm dying. Not maybe. Not eventually. Now. Really. Visibly.I'm fifty-three. I look seventy. The stress aged me. The daily heartbreak. The constant battles. The endless uncertainty. My body is breaking. My mind is fracturing. My soul is exhausted. I'm dying. Soon. Maybe months. Maybe weeks. Maybe days.The Absolute knows. I can feel it watching. Waiting. Patient. Knowing my dying moment approaches. Knowing desperation comes. Knowing immunity fails when death is imminent. Knowing it wins. Soon. Finally. Inevitably."You look tired." Kai says. This morning's Kai. Who chose me. Who believes me. Who loves me. For today. Until midnight. Until forgetting. "Are you okay?""I'm dying." I tell him. No point hiding it. "The daily stress. The constant battles. The years of suffering. It's killing me. Faster than normal aging. Faster than it should. I'm