Chapter six

Olivia POV

I started at the blue crimson eyes, his eyes fixed on my face as our intoxicating breath mixed. My heart raced against my ribcages. “Do I make myself clear?” He growled deeply from his chest.

I remained silent; I had to do this. For me to be happy, at least I would leave this world and get to meet Conrad.

I tried twisting my hands from his grip, but he tightened it. I scoffed. Was this man actually trying to struggle with me? I had a specialty with sharp objects. Like I knew ten thousand ways to kill someone with a knife. “Let go of me!” I muttered, struggling with him even though he seemed unaffected.

Iheaved a sigh. “Fine, I would drop the knife,” I said, trying to negotiate, and that actually tricked him. He let go of my hand, and I dropped the knife on the ground, and for some reason he heaved a sigh of relief with some foreign curse words.

“What the hell did you think you were trying to do?” He asked me, his eyes dark with warmth and yet hatred.

I shrugged, “doing this." I gestured, and within a split moment I drew out the dagger of my skirt.

Panic danced in his eyes as he rushed to me, but it was too late. I aimed directly for my stomach with much determination and stabbed myself.

I closed my eyes, welcoming myself to the abyss of death. A moment passed, then two, and nothing happened. I looked down to meet the knife, stuck between his hands. It was stuck between the knife and my stomach. I hissed, frustrated. The bastard had saved me.

He slowly removed his hands from my stomach and raised his shaking hands in the air, with the knife stuck in it. A poker chilling smile on his face: “I told you. You do not get to die!” He said and hissed a little bit as he removed the knife from his hands and stride towards me in a calm, lethal step. “Not after what you and your pack did to me. You,” he paused and caressed my lips. “Are you my compensation for my loss, and you do not get to die?” his growled, his eyes red with anger.

Aderline rushed through me; it took me some moment to know that he had used his blood-stained hands on my face.

Fear gripped me, the way he skilled even though I and my pack had successfully killed his mate and mother. The way he seemed so calm, so affected by the incident, so unbroken by the stab sent a shiver down my spine.

It summed up my resolve; I had to go. I can't be mated to a beast. This can't be my karma.

Maybe if I pleaded with him a little bit, he would listen, “Please let me go; you don't want me as your mate, right? It would be a shame for a hybrid to be mated to an Omega. People would talk and

“Do I look like someone who has one or two fucks to give about people’s opinions? You are my mate; whoever is not comfortable with it should come to me ready to die,” he said nonchalantly.

“Look, I know you don't want me as your mate. Just let me go. Please,” I pleaded and did the unthinkable. I moved towards him and touched his hands, trying to get on my knees.

Grim can't be my mate. I would die in my sleep. This man is a beast. He had once used the hearts of all the wolves in a pack to spell his name and left the presentation at the front of the Alpha room because the Alpha had challenged his father and dared to kidnap his sister. He indirectly made him an Alpha without a pack. He is evil.

He gripped my arms, stopping me from kneeling. “Get used to your new reality, Oliva.”

My eyes widened; he remembered my name from the incident. He actually remembered my name. Sensing my surprise, he said, “Of course I remember you from that night. The beautiful stranger that saved my life only for me to discover that she joined in putting me in an endeless mystey.”

Guilt settled in the depths of my stomach. I could understand what he was saying. I had also lost the love of my life to this so-called mission.

“You can't blame me. It was an order from my Alpha. The person you should be angry at is him and not me. I did not have a choice.”

“Oh yes, you had a choice. You could have left knowing my personality. Or ran away, or better still, tell me when you met me. But you joined hands with him, so don't come here talking to me about choice!” He shouted; his voice filled the room as he took strides toward me, closing the space between us with a panting chest.

I bent my head, afraid of what he would do, but he raised and gripped my chin, making me look at him. You think I want this? You think I want to be with a woman whose pack killed my mother and my mate. To be with a weak omega. If I could have my way, I would kill you and drink on your grave for what your pack did to my mate, my father, and my mother. I would love to watch you burn,” he growled against my face, his eyes red with anger.

Tear gathered my eyes as I stared at his face. “Then kill me, let me die, and free you from this torture,” I pleaded. I don't know why he was bent on making me survive. I mean, he wanted to reject me a few minutes ago. What changed. What did that man say to him that made him this adamant on my survival?

He scoffs and rakes his white, short hair with his hands. He turns to me, “Do I have to imprint it on your head? You do not get to die after what you and your pack did to me. You don't get to end it and leave me in this mystery. You are my mate Oliva, my second chance mate, a replacement for the love of my life. Therefore, you would live and watch your mate mourn his dead mate all the days of your miserable life,” he said and took a step backward.

My heart shattered into tiny little pieces; an overwhelming urge to cry filled me, but I pushed it down. All my life, I had been a second choice and never the first. I would not allow that in this pack.

This pack was a new beginning to me. Instead of me being the chess piece in the game, I would be the queen. Slowly but steadily, I would gain my self-respect before this man's eyes.

A smile tugged at his lips. “It seemed like you finally surrendered.”

I opened my mouth to say something, but the knock on the door interrupted me. A woman in her mid-twenties entered with a tall, huge man.

"Magana,” he said as he walked to kiss her hand. She was putting on all black attire.

“Go to your room; I would meet you,” he said with a warm smile. Who is this woman because they seemed close? He signaled the man standing at their back.

The woman's eyes landed on mine " Who is she?"

Grim sucked in a deep breath avoiding her eyes. "Magna her name is Olivia" he said sparing her the other details.

A pang of pain hit my chest, the fact that he decided to hide my true identity. He was not proud of out mate bond but then again, who has ever been proud of me.

"And?" she asked raising a eyebrows. She could feel he was hiding more from her.

"She is from the crane pack" he said and paused rubbing the back of his neck "And she is my mate" he said and added "My second chance mate"

The woman took a step back tears immediately gathered her eyes "She is your what?" she asked hitting her heart.

"My second chance mate but she means nothing to me Magna, I mean it" he assured her.

she shook her head "How can the moon goddess be so cruel how can she try to replace my daughter on the same day with an outcast... how?" she asked tears rolling down her cheeks.

Grim sucked in a deep breath and bent to hug her "No one can replace your daughter's presence in my life Magna. I promise she would forever remain trash to me" he said.

she pulled back immediately searching Grim eyes "Are you sure. That she has no difference in your life? That you would not replace my daughter after a hot passionate night with her?" she asked in a trembling voice pointing at me.

He shook his head "No"

"Then kill her. Her pack killed my daughter and your mother. Kill her and send her heart to me" She said in a steel voice and turned to the guards signaling them to take me.

Fear rushed within me. i know i want to die but i wanted to die a honorable death, not the one that I would be killed like a criminal and someone would eat my heart.

My eyes trembled as the guard rushed to me. I look at Grim with pleading eyes. Was he not the one who told me I only get to die by his verdict?.

"Stop!" he growled loudly making everyone pause "Let her go" he said and turned to me "No magna you can't have the heart neither the head of my mate" he said