OliviaThe cold night air nipped at my cheeks as I neared Colin’s grand estate. The looming mansion was a stark contrast to the modest houses surrounding it. The sole light filtering from the slightly ajar curtains of the mansion beckoned me.The choice to sneak into Colin's house was no impulse. It was something that had been gnawing at the back of my mind for days. Secrets, lies, and the odd relationship between Colin and Jen had festered, creating an itch I just had to scratch.And the letter from Nathan’s mother, the haggard appearance of my childhood friend as he stumbled into our house after disappearing for a full day, were the final straw.My father’s voice echoed in my mind…“Olivia, your curiosity will be the death of you.”“I know,” I had said. I was thirteen. My father had just caught me trying to sneak into the neighbor’s house, not for the first time, but for the third time. “But I swear they’re keeping him in there!”“Honey…” My father passed his hand over his weary fac
NathanOlivia’s car was gone, but I still had hope. There was only a shred of it, but it was there.“Olivia?!” I called out, bursting out of my room as I looked wildly up and down the hallway. “Olivia, are you here?!”I jogged down the hallway to her room, but my question was already answered before I even reached it. Her door was wide open, and she wasn’t in there.Cursing under my breath, I ran down the steps; I scoured that little villa as though she was in some sort of hiding place, covering her mouth and giggling like we were kids playing hide and seek again.I searched everywhere, racking my brain for every place where she used to hide during our childhood games, but she was gone. I guess I already knew that, though.The weight of the silence in the empty villa was nearly unbearable, pressing down on my chest with an intensity that left me gasping for breath. The realization that she was gone, combined with the gut-wrenching sensation of fear as I realized that I was pretty cert
Olivia“Go on, hand it over,” Jenifer said, her cold eyes filled with a burning, mocking fury. “Or I’ll ruin your lives.”My hands trembled as I held the file. I didn’t know exactly what was in there, but I knew that whatever information that was held within would likely expose Colin for wrongfully evicting my father. Maybe it even had something to do with Maria’s death, too. Maybe even Edward’s.But the threat of Nathan being removed from the Council, our lives being destroyed… I didn’t know if it was worth it. I cared too much about Nathan to let that happen to him.“You’re bluffing,” I said, hoping to stall for time. I dialed 911 while Jenifer’s back was turned, and only hoped that the police would overhear our conversation and that at least one officer would come to check on us. “You won’t release that information.”“Why wouldn’t I?” Jenifer asked, cocking her head. “You really think I wouldn’t throw you and your bastard child under the bus to keep that file in your hands from see
OliviaThe police officers’ entrance was swift, their expressions stern and determined.It had worked.They had heard everything, thanks to my desperate call to 911. I had clutched the phone, hidden behind my back, recording the entire horrifying confrontation.“Alpha Colin and Jenifer,” one of the officers announced, reading from his notebook, “You’re under arrest for conspiracy, homicide, attempted murder, and a long list of other crimes. You have the right to remain silent.”The room was a whirlwind of chaos. Jenifer’s face was as white as a ghost, her body trembling. Colin’s face was a mask of confusion and anger, as he had been abruptly awoken from a deep slumber to discover everything that had transpired.But it was Nathan who caught my eye, his face pale and his eyes wide with shock and disbelief.“That’s my father,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I... I didn’t want this.”I reached out to squeeze his hand, my own trembling. “I know,” I said softly. “I know.”The officers h
NathanThe sun was filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Olivia’s face as she stepped back into the kitchen. She looked beautiful, like a guardian angel after all of the turmoil we had been through. Whatever anger I felt toward her for running off last night had melted away by now, replaced by gratefulness that she had been the one to end this once and for all.But there was a look of utter disbelief in her eyes as she walked up to me. In her hand, she held the morning paper, her fingers clenched around it as though it held the answer to an unsolvable riddle.“Nathan,” she said, her voice trembling. "You need to see this."I pushed myself up from the kitchen table, my muscles protesting after the uncomfortable night of sleep on the couch. But I ignored the discomfort, focusing on the fear in Olivia’s eyes.“What is it?” I asked, reaching out to take the paper from her.My eyes went wide as I scanned the headlines, my heart pounding in my chest.Jen had been busy, even
NathanThe tension in the room was palpable as I stepped up to the podium, my palms sweaty, my heart pounding in my chest.The room was filled with journalists from our pack and many others, their cameras and microphones poised, waiting to capture my every word. I could feel their eyes on me, their unspoken questions, their accusations.It had been a few weeks since Jenifer released our information and the newspapers published our secret to the world.We tried to ignore it at first, figuring that people would soon see it as fake news and would move on. But they didn’t.My approval ratings plummeted. I was on the verge of being kicked off of the Council for causing a disruption.“If it’s indeed true that you and Olivia went through this plan to catch the traitors, I commend that,” Elder Mingan said as I stood before the Alpha Council. “But the people deserve to know. You need to address this issue for the sake of the entire Council. I hope you understand.”Of course, I agreed to a pres
OliviaThe room was a whirlwind of flashing cameras and sharp questions as I stood at the back, watching Nathan take the podium with a determined glint in his eye. My heart was pounding in my chest, a strange mix of pride and apprehension swirling within me.He was a true Alpha now, strong and resolute, ready to face the storm.When he finished his speech, however, I felt my stomach cave in. He announced that our ‘relationship’ was entirely fake. That the baby inside my belly was, indeed, never his.I felt the room spin, my knees threatening to buckle beneath me. It was over. The words hung in the air, a stark, unyielding truth that I couldn’t escape. I supposed I had expected this, but something in me still thought that we would keep up the facade for a little longer.Why did I expect that? Did I want that?A tear slipped down my cheek, the ache in my heart growing with every beat.“And to Olivia,” he said thickly, “I want to say that I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what my father did to yo
OliviaAfter sitting at the duck pond for a while, Nathan was pulled away for some Alpha duties. I watched him leave, his form taking on the posture of a true Alpha.Soon, with the proper training and approval rates, he would become our pack’s Supreme Alpha; and I knew that he would be the best we had ever had.Afterwards, I made my way to Angela’s house.“Tea?” she asked, opening the door to let me in. I nodded, swallowing. My throat felt dry and cracked.As we walked into her little kitchen, I sank exhaustedly down into a chair at the table.“I saw the press conference on TV,” she said, placing a cup of steaming hot chamomile tea in front of me. “You okay?”“I’ll be fine,” I lied, stirring my tea with a spoon. “It’s just…”“I know,” Angela interrupted. “It’s a lot. But you’ll get through it. Both of you. I have faith that you two will work things out; you’re like two peas in a pod.”Angela’s words, although kind, only made me feel worse. I felt worse because I knew she was right abo
OliviaI gripped the edges of the podium, my knuckles whitening from the strain as I stared out over the sea of faces. All eyes were trained squarely on me, awaiting my words. But I was frozen.A tremor of nausea wormed its way up my throat as I stared out at them. What was I thinking—how could I have ever agreed to this? Speaking to crowds had never been my forte; that was Nathan’s arena, not mine. I was just the woman behind the scenes, the young mom who had never gone to college, the one who had been handed her job by her husband…Suddenly, a flicker of motion off to the side caught my eye—Nathan, standing just at the edge of the stage with his arms folded across his chest. Even from this distance, I could feel the weight of his steady gaze, that piercing Alpha stare that always seemed to see straight into the depths of my soul.He must have sensed my faltering because, slowly, deliberately, he offered me the faintest of smiles and a single, reassuring nod.And just like that, the
Olivia I looped my arm through Nathan’s as we stepped down from the podium, the applause from the crowd and the flashing of cameras having finally subsided after what felt like an eternity. “It’s over,” Nathan beamed, giving my arm a squeeze. “That wasn’t so bad.” I couldn’t help but grin back at him. “No, it wasn’t. You were great up there.” And he really had been great; the press conference had been an overwhelming success—any lingering doubts or trepidation we had harbored before had been utterly blown away by the sheer force of the crowd’s enthusiastic response. For so long, it had felt like we were fighting this battle alone, like the victims who had suffered under Dan’s horrific operation were little more than nameless, faceless casualties. But today, we had finally given them a voice. Their stories had reached the masses, had resonated and struck a chord with everyone who watched. Nathan had handled all of the questions that were thrown his way with poise and ease
OliviaI rapped my knuckles lightly on the door to Nathan’s office. A moment later, his voice called out, “Come in.”Stepping into the room, I placed my hands on my hips upon seeing the scene in front of me: Nathan was standing in front of the mirror, his shirt still untucked and his tie loosened. His desk was a mess of papers and folders, and it was clear that he had been checking over his notes last-minute before the press conference.
OliviaI wiped a bead of sweat from my brow, slowly turning to survey the progress that had been made in the park. The banners we had hung were a bold purple color, signifying our support of the women who had been affected by the trafficking ring.I couldn’t help but smile a bit as I looked at our progress. With the press conference today, followed by a festival to help raise funds for the shelter we were building, the park was bustling with activity as our pack members worked hard
NathanI leaned back in my chair with a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose in a futile attempt to stave off the encroaching headache. Spread out on my desk was an array of file folders, legal pads scrawled with notes, and printed transcripts—a minefield of information that would need to be carefully navigated on the day of the upcoming press conference.It had been two weeks since Dan and Montgomery’s bodies were found in the confinement pit, and it had been a dizzyin
OliviaMy hands shook uncontrollably as I stepped up to the edge of the pit, clutching the metal grating until my knuckles turned white. A thick, cloying stench wafted up from the darkness below—the unmistakable reek of death and decay.Despite the waves of nausea already roiling in my gut, I leaned forward for a closer look.
OliviaThe air coming through the open windows smelled like the fresh sea breeze as we made our way from room to room, touring every nook and cranny of the newly completed cottage. It was perfect—cozy and quaint, while still boasting all the modern amenities one could want. But more than that, it was a sanctuary, a haven.A fresh start.
OliviaThe sound of power tools outside streamed in through the window while I folded the laundry, a distant backdrop to my swirling thoughts. I had grown used to the sound, and actually kind of enjoyed it. It was a reminder that life went on, that our family was growing.It had been a couple of weeks since I had made the decision to take a temporary leave from work in order to really focus on my family—on rebuilding that long-severed bond with my mother—and I was glad I did.
NathanI couldn’t stop the rage from simmering just beneath the surface as I made my way through the darkened forest toward the confinement pit. No one knew I was here—I was coming under the cover of night, my hair and face concealed by a hood.But I had to come. I couldn’t stop thinking about Dan and Montgomery, and I needed to see them.