Olivia's POV
I sat in my living room, rocking back and forth on my father's old chair. I could still smell his scent on the old leather, bringing tears to my eyes.
In my arms, I cradled the porcelain jar that held my dad’s ashes.
It still felt like a dream. I pinched myself multiple times to wake myself up from this nightmare, but I only ended up with bruises on my arms each time my fingernails sank into my skin, drawing blood.
This was no dream. Dad was dead.
It was almost unbelievable, but it was true.
I glanced over at the table, and on it was the letter the Luna of my pack had delivered to me during Dad's funeral. I picked it up and read through it for the tenth time.
Regardless of how many times I read it, I still couldn't believe she was coming here after everything that she did, after all this time.
That was impossible.
Yet, my suitcase was packed beside me because Luna Mia had also been quite clear on her stance. Since Dad was gone, I had to leave. I was leaving my pack, the only home I had known all my life, to stay with…
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I was jerked from my brooding. I carefully placed the jar on the table and walked to the door.
The impatient knocking came again, and the air was suddenly filled with the scent of expensive, intrusive perfume, which almost blurred Dad's scent, that was still lingering in the room.
I walked to the door, flung it open, and saw her.
My mother.
She was nothing like I remembered from her lips, which were a bright red, and the flashy large hoop earrings that were dangling on both ears.
She cleared her throat, interrupting my assessment, "God! You look like a mess, Olivia.” Her eyes swept over me in one fair swoop of disgust.
"You should brush your hair. It looks like a bird's nest."
Her voice was high and full of mockery. This was exactly like I remembered. Only that, Dad used to be at the receiving end of that mockery.
Now, it was me.
"What are you doing here, Nicole?”
She gasped and looked at me angrily, and I took joy in seeing the displeasure on her face as her lips turned down angrily at the sides.
"Where are your manners, young lady? Need I remind you that I am still your mother.”
I scoffed. A person like her could call herself a mother?
Without waiting for my reply, Nicole pushed past me and entered the house. I closed the door and watched her in anger as she looked around.
"Still looks the same. Your father never changed those filthy sofas after all."
She turned to me again.
"You got my letter, didn't you?"
I folded my arms and stared angrily at her.
"Yeah, I did. Tell me this is some joke."
My mother laughed sarcastically and suddenly glared at me angrily, “Look, Liv..."
"Don't call me Liv.” That was something that only my loved ones could call me.
She was not on that list. Although there was no list anymore as there had been only one person—Dad. And he was not even here anymore.
Another wave of heartache hit me while Nicole rolled her eyes and ignored my comment.
"Look, I don't have much time. Get your stuff and get into the car, and if I feel like it, I can explain things to you."
She gave the house one last disgusted look over and walked out. I sighed angrily and sat in my dad's chair. What was all this? Why did she have to come?
When I had gotten the letter from the pack’s Luna, a part of me had desperately hoped that it was some prank and that she wouldn’t make it. After all, I had spent thirteen years waiting for her to walk through these same doors.
Yet, she had ended up coming.
I heard a low rumbling sound, and I looked out of the window; I saw a black BMW. I raised my eyebrow in surprise. That was my mother's ride? Where on earth did she...
The car outside honked its horn, and I knew my time here was up.
Still holding the jar with my dad's ashes, I dragged my suitcase out of the door.
My mum finally stopped honking as I walked up to the car with my suitcase.
"I don't even know why you even bother carrying those ashes. Your hands are all dirty. Could you not get them on my seats? They're Italian leather."
I scoffed angrily. How dare she?
"You're unbelievable! How could you say that about Dad?!"
She rolled her eyes and gave me a pointed stare. "Do you even know how much Italian leather costs?"
I was dumbfounded, but she couldn't care less.
"For the record," I said in a grim tone. "I am only tagging along because Dad would have wanted me to. I'd rather be dead with him than go anywhere with you."
“That would have been better, Liv,” she mumbled and turned away.
If I had expected that anything would be different after thirteen years and a new ride, I was awfully wrong, and Nicole was in a hurry to let me know.
“Step on it. I have things to do."
The driver started the car, and then we sped away, leaving my old life, house, and everything I have ever known behind.
OLIVIA"How long is this ride?" I asked, turning back to the window. It felt like we had been driving for hours. The scenery was lovely. There were lots of flowers and beautiful trees, and the grass was lush green. Soon, we pulled up in front of a large mansion, and its grandeur took my breath away. "I forgot to mention that your stepfather is the Alpha of this pack. He owns this place," my mom said, brimming with pride, and I resisted an eye roll. Before I could say anything else, the driver opened the door, and she stepped out. However, I remained in the car, boiling with anger as my shock vanished into thin air. This explained everything. She was such a gold-digger! She had abandoned Dad and me all these years to marry some old, rich Alpha. My stomach churned in disgust at my mother. Suddenly, the door opened, and the driver stood beside it."Miss Olivia, do you need help with your bags?" "No," I said, coarsely. "I can sort myself out."I got out of the car, hoisted my suitca
Olivia's POV “Who is this?” His deep, sonorous voice resonated throughout the room, and my body tingled to the sound. I felt his green eyes wash over me in one swoop, and I instantly felt giddy while butterflies began to flap in my stomach. Without trying to be discreet, I checked him out properly. His hair was dark, and his muscular torso strained against his tight shirt, outlining his abs and pecs.I felt myself drooling with desire. I couldn't explain what I felt, but a part of me was yearning for him.His face was dashingly handsome, and my eyes trailed down to his sharp and chiseled jaw. I gawked at his soft lips and began to imagine how it would feel to kiss them…Shocked at my thoughts, I shook my head to push those unholy thoughts away. But the moment my eyes met his one more time, I was stuck. There was no way that he was my stepdad. Alpha André raised his eyebrow; he looked pretty intrigued, and I felt the lump in my throat disappear. "My name is Olivia. I'm Nicole
André’s POVI smelled her even before the door opened, and my hands clenched around the chair’s handle as Olivia entered my private quarters.Her body was tense, and she looked around curiously before her gaze settled on me. As though unnerved, she looked away immediately.How did the moon goddess create such perfection? To reward my waiting? I had spent more than twenty years waiting for my fated mate. For the one, the one that was made for me. Yet, there had been nothing. Eventually, I had settled for an arrangement for the pack's sake.But she was here now. And she was the best fucking thing I have laid my eyes on.“Where’s Nicole?” She squeaked, her voice barely audible. I would have missed it if all of my senses weren’t focused on her. I wanted to know everything. I needed to take in her smile, her beautiful blue eyes that shone like the sea. Fuck, I could already imagine running my hands through those large blond curls that fell over her shoulders. It took me some seconds to
Olivia's POVI ate in silence and stole glances at him. Sometimes, our eyes would meet and lock, and I'd turn away silently, though not without getting a lovely glance at his lips. I wanted to kiss them so badly.The way his lips moved as he chewed filled me with thoughts. I could only imagine how it would feel to have those lips kiss me and travel down, down… down.Fuck!I took one hand off the table and placed it on my lap, gripping my dress tightly. I squeezed my legs and felt something wet on my thigh."Keep it together, Olivia." I stopped eating for a brief moment, and I caught him licking the back of his spoon. I gasped as the sensations between my legs spiked. What was he doing to me? "I'm done."I put my spoon down and turned my head away, trying to hide my blush. The food was delicious but I couldn't eat anymore, not like this. I could feel my juices dripping down my legs. I had to excuse myself from the table. “Are you uncomfortable?” he asked, slowly putting down his spoo
Olivia's POV“Would you come for me, like that, again?”I was mortified as I watched him stare at me with a smug look as he stood at the door. My cheeks filled with colour. I felt my body lock together as shame began to drown me.André came in and closed the door behind him. I saw the smile on his face as he walked closer to me. I immediately sat up; my legs were trembling with fear and embarrassment as I watched him slowly slice the gap between us. “Why did you stop? Please don’t stop on my account. I would love to see you scream my name again. It was a pleasure watching you.” His voice was smooth and seductive. He was getting closer, but my body still couldn’t move.Come on, legs! Move! Run! Do something!However, my legs were numb. I could feel my breath getting hot and erratic. Despite the wide open windows, the room was suddenly steaming hot.I was finally able to stand, but it was too late. He was already in front of me. The smirk on his face made my stomach swarm with butter
Olivia's POVI kept on running without trying to check where I was going and finally, I sighed as I took a deep breath, however, just before I could relax, I heard footsteps behind me. “Olivia! Are you okay?!” To think he had the guts to chase after me. Jerk. “Stop! Stay away from me!”However, all my pleas fell on deaf ears. What was he doing? Couldn’t he tell that I didn’t want to be around him? I backed away from him, but he kept coming closer.“Don’t touch me! Just go away!”Almost like he couldn’t hear me, André just kept coming closer.“Olivia, can you stop? Let’s go inside.” “Just leave me alone!”He sighed and made a lunge towards me, but I evaded him, and I felt something cold and hard behind me.“What..?” I turned and groaned in frustration. It was a rock! It was a dead end; I had nowhere to go.I looked forward, and soon, he was right in front of me. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into his embrace. My body shuddered at his touch. What was wrong with him?
Olivia's POV “Oww! My head! What the…”I woke up with a start. Whoever was behind the door pushed it even more, and light streamed in and blinded me. In a rush to stand up, I let go of my father’s ash jar, and it began to roll away. I got away from the door, and it opened fully, and there stood my mother, glaring down at me. I scrambled to my feet and went over to get my father’s ash jar before it rolled under the bed.“What is your problem?” I said, almost yelling at my mum.However, she didn’t answer me immediately, and I watched as her eyes surveyed my room in jealousy and disgust.“I can’t believe you slept on the floor when you have such a comfortable bed and luxurious room.”She walked in and toured my room with a look of evident jealousy. She touched the silk curtains and tested the soft bed.“You really don’t know what is good for you, Olivia. But then again, it is expected, considering the dump I pulled you out from.”I rolled my eyes and put my father’s ash jar back on the
Olivia’s POVI stood by the door, my eyes taking in my room while my mind ran at a thousand thoughts at once. Somehow, I was angry at André indifference at the table. But why should I be? He was not mine. Also, what was I meant to do here? Back at home, at least, I had hours of school and working the fields to keep me busy. As I sat on my bed, the door opened and my eyes widened as André entered the room with a solemn expression. “Are you okay, princess?” he asked while closing the gap between us. Anger flared within me and I stood up, glaring at him. “Oh, this is what you want right? To sneak behind my mom every time to talk to me and then pretend like I don’t exist in front of everyone?” he could have asked me how I was at the table but he decides to sneak in here to ask?Despicable. André frowned slightly and stopped when there was barely any space between us. “Last night, you hated the idea of being with me. I didn’t want to overwhelm you. However, I also couldn't leave with