Damian's POV
I had been frustrated, angry and almost out of control. My father's call had come in as I had expected, he never failed to make me feel like a failure everyday. And while I should have gotten used to his insults by now, they never failed to spoil my day. "Find your mate soon, or your brother will be the one to succeed me! You're already bringing a bad name to this family, find a mate quickly or you'll be disowned!" Those had been his words, and although I had heard those same sentences countless of times, they never failed to make me feel less of myself. It couldn't be helped though, my younger brother had already found his mate, and his wife was pregnant with an heir. Meanwhile, I had yet to find anybody who I could remotely call a girlfriend. It wasn't helping that the villagers had begun to spread rumors about me being cursed by the moon goddess to never find love. It was a ridiculous rumor, but as the years passed, and I failed to find a mate, it had become believable. My father, Alpha Alexander, was a kind man, and that was why I didn't hate him even after he had said those harsh words to me. Every member of the royal council urged him to transfer all his assets to my younger brother, Stefan, but he insisted on giving me another year to find my mate. Now I had just one month remaining. Lost in rage and frustration, I had been oblivious to the figure in front of me. Desperately, I slammed on the brakes, but it had been too late. My car had slammed into her, and although my speed had reduced considerably, I still rushed out of the vehicle to attend to her. She had a few bruises on her, and from the look of things, she seemed to be married, or at least on the way to get married. Her wedding dress was torn now, and it seemed like she couldn't move on her own. Quickly, I scooped her up from the ground and hurried back to my car. There was a hospital down the road, and that had been my next target until a strange sensation hit me. There was a pull, a strong one that was undeniable. It was unlike anything I had felt before, and that was how I was able to immediately tell that this was something different, this woman before me was my mate. "You're my mate?!" I asked rhetorically, completely blown away by the fact that I had found my mate in such a random place. She seemed to have sensed the connection as well, but the surprise on her face didn't last long before she passed out. Gently, I lowered her onto the backseat before driving off towards my house, my personal doctor would attend to her once I got home. I glanced at her unconscious face, and there was no denying the beauty beneath that her messed up makeup. From her swollen eyes, and the smeared mascara on her face, it was easy to tell that she had been crying. But why? I wondered. She was dressed in a wedding gown, could it be tears of joy? Or had her husband left her at the altar? "Husband!" I said out loud without even realizing it. This lady could be married, and I could be taking someone's wife to my house. But then again, she was my mate, that pull was undeniable. It had been real, and there was no mistake about it. Now I was confused. I didn't want trouble with anybody, but at the same time I didn't want to lose sight of her one bit, so taking her to the hospital was a no. I had spent the last four years searching for my mate, and now that I have found her, I wanted to make sure she was close to me at all times. I lifted my phone from my pocket and immediately put a call through to my personal doctor. I needed him home already waiting for me before I arrived. I had found my mate, and I was not about to let anything happen to her. It took another twenty minutes before I finally got home. She was still unconscious, but it seemed like her wounds had slowly begun to heal. I carried her out of the car and hurried towards the living room. Dr Harrington was already waiting, and he wasted no time in attending to her. "So who is she, and how did she get injured?" Dr Harrington inquired as he gently applied first aid to her wounds. They weren't serious, but I didn't want them to leave any scars. "I ran into her with my car." I replied, and the doctor turned to get a better look at me. I wasn't the type to drive recklessly, but my father's call had just come in at the worst time. I had lost myself for a moment, and right now I didn't know if I should feel bad or grateful that I had lost my emotions at that moment. If I hadn't, I might never have run into her. "That's unlike you." Doctor Harrington commented before returning to his work. "You still haven't told me who she is? Is she your bride? Or did you decide to bring someone's wife home instead of taking them to the hospital?" I hesitated, unsure if I should tell him what I had felt or not. He might think I'm insane, but it didn't matter. "She's my mate." As expected, Dr Harrington turned towards me, his eyes filled with confusion. He glared at the lady in a wedding dress for a moment before returning his focus to me one more time. "Were you two getting married today?" "No, that's not it." I answered. "Just let it be, attend to her—" I hadn't finished when her eyes flickered open. She was conscious, and confused as well. She still seemed to be in pain, and I immediately intervened by walking towards her. Once again, I felt the pull, and so did she. "Y.. you're the stranger from earlier? Are you my mate?”Olivia's POV I wasn't exactly surprised by the fact that this stranger was my mate. I had never felt a bond between Michael and I, our relationship had an entirely forced one, and a part of me was grateful that I had caught the real him before our wedding. My heart still felt heavy, and no matter how much I tried to shake away the feeling, I just couldn't. I had been betrayed by the only person I trusted in the entire world, and I had no idea how I was going to move on from that. "Are you alright? How are you feeling?" The stranger who had saved me inquired as his eyes carefully examined my body. I didn't reply to him, I was still confused, and my head wouldn't stop aching. "Where am I?" I asked as my eyes failed to recognize my immediate environment. "I brought you to my home. Since we're mates, I figured it's best we—" he paused, as though he didn't want to go through with the next words. I had an idea of what he had in mind, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear it either. He
Damian's POV I took Olivia to my father's palace the moment her wounds were fully healed. Now that I had found my mate, I finally had the courage to face him after eleven months. I could finally stand before the council members and hold my head high, and finally prove all the rumors wrong. The moon goddess hadn't cursed me, I had just been a bit unlucky. I could see the light return to my father's eyes the moment I announced that Olivia was my mate. "When do we hold the mating ritual? She's a beauty, you need to get married immediately!" He sang out excitedly, his face beaming with smiles. He wasn't the only one excited, half of the castle was filled with joy, but amongst the smiles, a few angry faces were present. "Congratulations brother, it seems your prayers have finally been heard. Now let's hope you'll be able to provide an heir." Stefan commented with a grim smile. I paid him no attention, I wasn't going to let him ruin my day. "Ignore him." I whispered to Olivia who seemed
Olivia's POV I glared at Damian with shock in my eyes, unsure if I had heard correctly, or if he was playing some sort of prank with me. Surely this man wasn't engaged to someone else, and also planned to get mated to me? He was nice and all, but I wasn't going to settle down for his second choice."Martha, this is Olivia, my mate and wife to be." Damian bragged with confidence before gently pushing the lady glued to him off his body. I felt a wave of jealousy hit me as he pulled her away. She was really something else, but I couldn't blame her, she probably didn't know that I was Damian's mate until now.."Mate? How? What about us? What about me?" Martha inquired, tears slowly gathering in her eyes. She was clearly a drama queen, and her little act had begun to pull attention towards us."I'm sorry Martha," Damian apologized calmly. He inched closer to me and took my hand in his. "The moon goddess has finally blessed me, I'm hoping she blesses you as well." Damian didn't say anythi
Olivia's POV I sat up on the bed after I heard the door creak open and close loudly. Damian had walked in, and he had in his hands a box which he dropped off on the bed. I glanced up at him, unsure of what the contents of the box was. "I bought you some clothes." He replied, as though he had read my mind. "It's just a few, I'll make arrangements for more." I grabbed the box and opened it. There were two dresses inside, and from the look of things, they were my exact size. I wanted to ask him how he got my measurements, but that would look as though I was undermining his good intentions. I didn't have any clothes here, and had to wear his clothes throughout yesterday. They weren't bad, but I needed to have my own clothes."Aren't you going to try them?" Damian inquired, and I immediately froze. I wondered if he meant for me to change right in front of him, or if he had any intentions of giving me a little privacy. We were mates, but even then I wasn't sure I was ready for him to see
Olivia's POV "Who do you think you are?" She asked in a menacing tone as she approached me. I stared at her with a confused look in my eyes. I had no idea what she meant by that question, and I was going through an internal conflict just trying to figure out what she meant. "I don't understand. Is there something I did wrong—" She cut me off with a slap to the face. Her hands circled my throat, and forcefully she pinned me to the wall. I was an omega, compared to this woman, I was nothing but a weakling. I struggled, but her grip was strong, and she was steadily squeezing air out of my lungs. "Your whole existence is wrong! You're not going to steal him away from me! Damian is mine and mine alone!" She yelled out while her grip continued to tighten every passing second. I had no idea who she was, but one thing I was sure of was that she was crazy. "I'm going to give you two options, either kill yourself or run away from here before morning. If I catch a whiff of you here
Olivia's POV Nightfall came a lot faster than I had expected. And while I was looking forward to my mating ritual, I couldn't deny the doubts and fears bubbling up deep down in my heart. Damian was a good man, but his brother and ex fiance didn't exactly like me. I was the reason that they had lost, and I could tell that neither of them wanted me to be here.The evening air was cool, but the chill did nothing for the feeling swelling up inside of me. The maids worked tirelessly, gently guiding me into the gown that had been specially prepared for the ritual. It was a deep emerald green, made of the finest silk, it clung to my figure like it was woven just for me. The neckline was modest but elegant, dipping just enough to hint at the curves beneath without revealing too much.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and while I was proud of the work they'd done, my expression failed to convey my thoughts. I was afraid, paranoid, and couldn't help but feel that history might repeat i
Damian's POV We walked to the room that had been specially prepared for us. Tradition demanded that we consummate our marriage on the first night, but I had no intention of keeping to that tradition. I was not going to touch Olivia, not until she was ready and comfortable with me. The glow of candlelight greeted us as we walked into the room, casting a warm auburn color on everything it touched.. The air was thick with the rich scent of flowers, providing a serene atmosphere that resembled that of a garden.The bed was adorned with a cascade of delicate rose petals, their deep red contrasting beautifully with the soft, cream-colored linens. The petals formed a path from the door to the bed, as though inviting us into its softness.Tall, elegant candles were placed strategically around the room, their soft flames flickering in the low light, adding a sense of intimacy. They filled the room with a subtle fragrance—something sweet, yet with a deeper, more alluring undertone. The heavy
Olivia's POV I woke up to an empty bed, Damian was not in the room, but I could hear his voice down the hallway. Now that he was going to be the next ruler of his pack, he had a lot of responsibilities on his shoulders, and clearly didn't have the luxury to sleep in like I'd done. I sat up on the bed, preparing myself mentally for what was going to come sooner or later today. I could already imagine the looks that would be on their faces when I walk in with one of the most powerful Alphas as my husband. I wondered how Michael would feel after learning that I had found a man better than he would ever be. And I wondered how disappointed Anna would look when she saw that I am happier than she had expected. "You're up?" Damian's voice broke me away from my reverie. I had been so lost in thoughts that I hadn't noticed when he entered the room. He leaned in closer and planted a kiss on my forehead, and only then did the memories of last night come flooding in. His touch, his feel, his wa