Chapter 5

Olivia's POV

My fingers drummed on the polished mahogany table, desperately trying to keep my face unreadable against the insulting offer, and the cloying scent of stale cigars.

Sitting across from me and Mia, Alpha Gideon leaned back causally. I wanted to smack that smug look off his face. I chose to clench my fists under the table instead.

“I’m being generous, Olivia, considering your Pack’s… situation.” His words were laced with regret, but his offer and the calculation in his eyes said he didn’t feel that bad for me.

This formula was years in the making: a perfume that could change its scent based on the mood of the wearer. I wanted to make something that was reminiscent of my empathic ability. There was nothing like it on the market.

I wasn’t ready to sell, it was never perfect enough for my standards. But after so many rejections of financial assistance, I had to get creative. Selling my life’s work was my literal last chance.

I came to Gideon as a competitor to negotiate its sale; but this wasn’t a negotiation, it was robbery.

“Gideon, everyone knows Olivia’s formula is damn near priceless, this is just insulting!” Mia pushed away from the table to yell at Gideon in her frustration.

“That’s Alpha Gideon, Mia, you forget yourself,” he snapped. “Olivia, I’d say this is just business, but you know why nobody can help you and your Pack right now. If I’m going to cross the Alpha Council’s non-interference laws, I need to make it worth the consequences if I’m found out.”

“Oh, I know how business – and Pack business - works. I’ll take my formula somewhere else. Call me when you have a real offer.”

Mia slammed the office door behind us as we left the meeting. My frustration at yet another failed avenue barely contained. With every step away from Gideon, the weight of his insult intensified. It felt like salt in an open wound.

I pushed through the building’s glass doors into the evening air, Mia trailing behind muttering a stream of curses about Gideon under her breath.

The urge to join her in commiseration was strong, but I caught sight of something at the edge of the parking lot.

A crowd of camera-wielding paparazzi and news vans buzzed around like a swarm of hungry wasps just waiting to feast on the next scandal.

“That bastard,” I hissed, gripping my bag tighter. “Gideon must have leaked our meeting to stir up press around the formula.”

My phone rang sharply in my pocket, pulling both my attention, and that of the media crowd who started to close in on us. I fumbled to answer it and turned towards my car.

“Olivia Hartwyn?” The voice on the other end was tense. “I’m calling from Westside Memorial Hospital. You’ll want to get here as soon as you can. It’s your mother – she collapsed at home and was brought in a short while ago.”

The breath rushed out of me, replaced by cold panic. I can’t lose another parent, not now.

Mia must have heard the nurse because her hand reached for my keys and she nodded in support.

“I’m on my way.”

Mia and I exchanged a glance and steeled ourselves to push through the throng of paparazzi who peppered me with questions.

“Olivia! What’s your relationship with Ethan Blackford?”

“Was the wedding scandal a cover-up for your affair with him?!”

“Was your meeting tonight a foreshadowing of the sale of Lunera Beauty?”

“Any comment on the photos published a few days ago of you and Ethan?!”

I ignored the camera flashes and the questions, forcing it all to become background noise as we squeezed into the car and sped towards the hospital.

***

The buzzing of the fluorescent lights above grated under my skin and amped up the pounding behind my eyes with every passing moment. I sat on the cold hospital floor, my back pressed against the wall outside my mother’s room.

My pack – my family – could be torn apart, sold off like cattle or tossed out on their own if I didn’t find a way out of Aiden’s mess.

And my mother… I buried my face in my hands, guilt flooding through me.

She’d already suffered so much after losing my father. Losing a Mate was devastating, for both the shifter and wolf, and my mother almost didn’t survive it.

I couldn’t lose her too. Not when I was about to fail everyone I’d sworn to protect.

One week. That’s how much time the Alpha Council was giving me to cover the financial shortfall of my Pack, or they would force bankruptcy and disband Thorne Ridge.

I pressed my palms into my temples, trying to will the headache to stop.

A strong hand wrapped around my wrist, pulling me to my feet.

Aiden pressed into my personal space; his face twisted in fury. “What the hell is going on between you and Ethan? I saw the photos, Liv!”

He snarled at me, his voice dripping with jealousy. “Was that who I smelled on you last week? Were you trying to make me jealous?”

I was already on edge and feeling raw, but Aiden had pushed my wolf too far. She surged to the surface, and I felt my muscles strengthen. Before it could register, I shoved Aiden away. Hard.

How dare he? After everything he’d done, after all the betrayal and theft and manipulation, he had the audacity to show jealousy and confront me like this, and here of all places.

Aiden’s eyes darkened and I saw his own wolf emerge. In an instant, his hand was wrapped around my throat pressing me into the wall.

“What did you do with Ethan? Have you been fucking my stepbrother behind my back?” he hissed and tightened his grip on my throat, cutting off my air.

I clawed at his arm, struggling for breath. Darkness threatened to take me under when a deep, menacing growl echoed down the hallway.

From the corner of my eye, I registered a fist connecting with Aiden’s jaw in one swift, brutal motion. He staggered back, releasing me, and I collapsed to the floor in a coughing fit.

“Olivia.” Ethan’s voice was low as he knelt beside me, his hand steady as he helped me to my feet. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, gasping for air.

Ethan stepped up to Aiden, keeping me behind his back. “I make the rules, darling” Ethan’s voice turned cold, his Alpha presence hitting me in waves, “Just say the word, and I’ll bury this pup six feet under… in pieces.”

The Alpha dominance Ethan was putting off was nearly as suffocating as being choked; I could now confirm. I knew Aiden could feel it too when rather than challenging Ethan, he muttered a string of curses and stormed off.

My voice came out hoarse as I spoke softly to Ethan’s back. “Why are you here?” I coughed and wiped the tears from my eyes before he could see. “Just the other day you treated me like a whore. So I know ‘Alpha Ethan’ wouldn’t help me for no reason.”

I couldn’t help the bitterness bubbling up inside me. “What do you want?”

Slowly, Ethan turned. His eyes locked onto mine with the intensity of his Alpha power.

“I want you to be my Luna.”