Novels by Esther pen

Olivia's POV.5 years laterI knelt down beside my son, his small hand clutching my arm tightly. His big ocean eyes, so much like his father's, with a spark of unshed tears."Please, Mama, don't go!" he cried, his voice breaking.I brushed my fingers through his dark curly hair. "I have to, baby. I promised to protect our pack and your father."He looked up at me, his eyes pleading. "But you promised me too. You promised you wouldn't fight anymore."I pressed a kiss to his forehead, trying to steady my heavy breath. "I'll come back to you, I swear."Behind me, the pack warriors stood, their worried faces etched in my mind without needing to turn around. Killian, my second-in-command, spoke up."My Luna, you shouldn't do this. It's a trap."I inhaled sharply, rising to face them. "I have to."Killian stepped forward, his jaw tight. "We'll wait for reinforcements. If we rush in now—""There's no time," I cut in.He exhaled sharply, frustration crossing his face. "My Luna, think about y

Chapter 5Finding Refuge and Becoming LunaOlivia's POVI stared at the stranger, trying to wrap my head around what he was saying. "You're offering me a place to stay with your pack?" I asked, wanting to make sure I'd heard him right.He nodded, his golden eyes shining in the moonlight. "You need protection," he said.I paused, unsure of what to do. Part of me was desperate for a safe place to call home, but another part of me was wary of trusting someone I barely knew. No one had ever offered me kindness without expecting something in return. Especially not after everything I'd been through.I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity. But all I saw was genuine concern."Why are you doing this for me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.His expression softened. "Because you need help," he said. "And I think you're worth saving."I felt a lump form in my throat. No one had ever been this kind to me before. In that moment, I knew I had a choice to make. I coul

Olivia's POV.I woke up to a loud bang on the door. I sat up with a start as I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the sleep in my eyes. My body was still aching, and the bruises still hurt me like a fresh wound. I had cried myself to sleep last night, exhausted from my failed escape attempt.My heart was pounding as I heard Damien's voice on the other side. "Good morning, Olivia," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you had a good night."My eyes narrowed as I glared at the door. I knew he was just taunting me, enjoying my misery and pain."Get up," he ordered. "It's time to do what has to be done."I threw off the covers and got out of the dark area, my eyes blazing with anger and hate. "You know exactly how my night was," I spat, my voice venomous and loud. "You think you can just use me and discard me like trash? You're heartless, Damien."Damien's expression remained impassive, but I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was

Olivia's POV.My head was spinning, my heart ricocheting against my chest as I ran. I was leaving the pack. I know Damien asked me to stay... And he was the Alpha, no one was supposed to disobey him, but I've had enough of him. Between disobeying his treacherous ass and killing my baby, I chose the former.I kept going forward, deeper into the forest. My feet pounded the forest floor, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I ran with every single strength I possessed. The trees blurred together, their branches whipping past my face like skeletal fingers. I didn't dare look back, fearing what I might see.Damien's words echoed in my mind: "You will stay at the safe house outside the palace tonight." But I knew I couldn't stay, not after what he’d asked me to do. He didn't want the pregnancy, and I knew why. As the Alpha, having a child with me would ruin his reputation and compromise his position.But I couldn't bring myself to get rid of the baby, no matter how hard he'd tried to convinc

Olivia's POV.I folded my clothes into the small bag, my fingers gripping the fabric so tight, my eyes burning from holding back tears. Every corner of this room was a memory I had spent together with Damien—the fake whisper of promises. The way he used to look at me like I was the only thing that mattered. Now all of it meant nothing; I was nothing to him.The door creaked open behind me, and I snapped my gaze back. Realizing it was Damien, I felt my stomach knot in anger, and I snapped my gaze forward. I kept my back to him, focusing on the bag in front of me, forcing myself not to break down.“Liv,” Damien called with his baritone voice, calm and controlled. But I didn’t answer. I had nothing to say to him.“I need to talk to you,” he said, taking a step closer.“What is there left to say?” I spoke against my will, my voice sharper than intended. Damien didn’t react to my coldness.“I need you to leave the pack,” he said. “It’s for your good.”I let out a short laugh, shaking my he

Olivia’s POV"Long live The Luna" I was hurt badly by what I heard, each cheer twisting the knife deeper. I trembled, clutching my dress beside me, my stomach churning with bitterness. I couldn't breathe properly.I spun around, staring at the stage where Damien stood, his gaze avoiding mine. Beside him, Brielle wore the ceremonial robes of Luna, her smile bright and victorious. My legs shook beneath me.This is not real. It can’t be real. Last night, Damien had held me close, whispering promises against my hair as he slept with me. "You are mine, Olivia. I will make you my Luna, only you." I had believed him, given him everything — my body, my heart, my trust.But now, in front of the entire pack, he’s giving the title that should have been mine to someone else. The betrayal was too much to bear. A bitter scream rose from my throat, and I stepped forward."Damien," my voice was loud enough to be heard amidst the music gaining everyone's attention. The music stopped, and laughter die