All Chapters of Rejected by My Mate, Captured by a Dominating Lycan King: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Morning came slowly. I was still drifting somewhere between sleep and being awake when my mother’s voice cut through the room. “Livana. Wake up.” I pulled the blanket higher over my face, prompting her to snap, “Livana. Don’t start today.” A second later, the blanket disappeared completely, and cold air rushed over my skin. I groaned and rolled onto my side, dragging the pillow over my head. “I’m not going.” “You say that every morning,” she countered. “And I mean it every morning,” I muttered, earning a tired laugh from her.“Livana Isole Liveshade,” she said, using my full name now. “It’s your last day of school and your birthday. You are going.” Birthday. The thought pushed through the fog in my head. Eighteen. The age where everything was supposed to make sense, the age you met your mate, and the age people stopped looking at you like you were unfinished. I wanted all of that. Nothing dramatic. Nothing complicated. Just something normal. But thinking about it this early in the mor

The days following the rejection passed in a blur of silence. It wasn’t that I couldn’t speak; it was simply that nothing felt worth the effort of moving my lips. Home had become quiet in a way that didn’t feel peaceful, just heavy and still. I stayed in my room most of the time, staring at walls that felt like they were closing in. Inside me, Nyx was a ghost. She didn’t speak, didn’t growl, didn’t even pacing. It was the kind of silence that felt like something vital had been ripped out and hadn’t figured out how to grow back yet.I was sitting on the edge of my bed, lost in that hollow space, when my father knocked lightly on the door. When I didn't answer immediately, he stepped in slowly. He wasn’t cautious like my mother, who treated me like glass; he was thoughtful, as if he knew exactly how fragile words could be when your world has just ended. "I have something for you," he said, breaking the quiet. I frowned, my voice raspy from disuse. "If it’s advice, I’m returning it."Tha

The next morning, Aurelia arrived at my house with the energy of someone preparing for war. Not emotional support. Not comfort. War. She marched into the kitchen holding two coffees and a notebook an actual notebook. I stared at her from across the table, asking if I should be scared. "Yes," she answered immediately, sitting down dramatically. "We are fixing your life today." I blinked slowly, pointing out that my life was fine before all this. "And now it isn’t," she replied, "which means we adapt." Nyx stirred faintly inside me for the first time that morning, almost amused, which surprised me. Aurelia opened the notebook seriously to a page with "PAYBACK PLAN" written in giant letters. I immediately covered my face with my hands, but she corrected me, calling it her genius recovery strategy. Vesper sat beside her looking calmer as usual, while Kane looked like he deeply regretted agreeing to come. Aurelia pointed at the page proudly to Operation One. "You," she said dramatically,

Lunch period was louder than usual, but maybe that was because Aurelia would not stop laughing long enough to breathe properly. She had been retelling what happened in class for the last ten minutes while Kane looked personally offended by our existence and Vesper sat beside him trying not to laugh into her drink. I stayed quiet most of the time, picking lazily at my fries while Nyx moved restlessly beneath my skin, still too aware of Bane somewhere inside the school. “You should have seen his face,” Aurelia whispered dramatically, clutching her chest. “He looked ready to fight the entire classroom because Livana called Damon hot.” Kane pointed at all of us accusingly. “You people are evil.” “We are healing,” Aurelia corrected proudly. “No,” Kane replied immediately. “You created a monster.” “That’s fair,” Vesper admitted softly before looking at me. “Honestly though, the note thing was a little cruel.” I shrugged lightly, pretending I didn’t care nearly as much as I actually did. “

I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Not Bane. Not the rejection. Not Pia. Not even the bruises still faintly aching beneath my sweater whenever I moved too fast. No. I kept thinking about silver eyes. It was ridiculous, honestly. I didn’t even know the Lycan’s name for sure until Aurelia casually mentioned it during lunch after spotting them near the parking lot. “Silver eyes one is Caspian,” she had whispered dramatically. “Apparently he’s Lycan royalty or something insane like that.” Caspian. Even his name sounded unfairly attractive. And the worst part? I had met him before. Three years ago. When I was fifteen. And I never told anyone. Not Aurelia. Not Vesper. Not even Nyx, honestly, because my wolf had been just as useless around him as I was. I still remembered that day perfectly. Mom had left me alone at the art supply store for a few hours because a new shipment had arrived that morning. Usually Dad handled heavy deliveries, but he’d gone somewhere with Genevieve, leaving me