The morning sun was beginning its ascent into the sky by the time we reached the clinic, casting a dim glow through the clinic’s frosted windows as I stepped into the examination room. Layla followed, cradling her son carefully in her arms. The weight of the situation loomed over us, a palpable tension that we both tried to brush off with forced smiles and polite small talk.The nurse handed me a cotton swab and explained the procedure. Simple enough. A cheek swab for DNA. I rubbed the cotton against the inside of my cheek and handed it back. Done.But the real weight of the moment hung suspended, unresolved, like a storm cloud about to burst.“The doctor will be in to speak with you shortly,” the nurse said tersely, casting Layla and I both a strange glance before she slipped out of the room.I had expected that people would gossip and look upon our situation with disdain. This town wasn’t the biggest, and word spread fast. I already knew that word had begun to spread about my stint
The sun was warm on my face, a tender caress that was both comforting and haunting. Comforting because it felt good to be out of that stifling waiting room; haunting because the light seemed to intensify the confusion that clouded my thoughts.Jade, my wolf, was restless inside me, picking up on my rollercoaster of emotions.“You need to be strong,” she muttered, her voice echoing in the recesses of my mind. “This isn’t about you or what people say. It’s about family. Yours and Nathan’s.”“I know, Jade. I know,” I replied mentally. “It’s just difficult. I wish that Nathan would open up to me.”“He’s getting there,” Jade replied gently. “Last night was a testament to that. But this whole witch business… I think there’s something that he isn’t telling you. Maybe something that he hasn’t told anyone.”“Like what?” I asked.Jade audibly sighed inside my mind, her disappointment reverberating like an echo inside my skull. “I’m not sure. Could be anything. A secret, maybe. Some sort of trau
The evening air felt like a caress on my skin as I stared at my reflection, scrutinizing every detail of my appearance.My dress—a vibrant red that Angela insisted brought out the ‘wildness’ in my hazel eyes—clung to my curves, revealing just enough to be sophisticated yet sultry. My makeup was light, accentuating my features without overshadowing them. Angela had worked her magic on my hair, giving it loose waves that framed my face like a golden halo.“You look stunning, Liv,” Angela said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. “Nathan’s not going to know what hit him.”“Thanks, Angie,” I replied, unable to keep a smile off my face. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”Angela smirked. “I hope you two have the night of your lives.”“Oh, calm down,” I teased, blushing. “It’s just a date.”“Yeah, but you two really need it,” she said gently. Our eyes met in the full length mirror. Her eyes, though soft and warm, were circled with exhaustion. Dark bags sat heavily under her eyes, and
Nathan’s fingers covered my eyes, their warmth a gentle caress against my skin. My heart pounded in my chest, racing with anticipation. “Are we there yet?” I asked, feeling the smile in my voice.“Almost,” he replied, his voice tinged with a playful note.Finally, he removed his hands, and my eyes widened in disbelief. Before me stood a luxurious hotel, its towering architecture a magnificent sight to behold. The opulence was unreal; I felt like I’d walked into a fairy tale.“What is this, Nathan?”“It’s our weekend getaway,” he said, grinning like a little boy who had just pulled off the best surprise.I glanced at him, slightly incredulous. “What about the twins?”“Angela’s got it covered. She’ll be watching them for two nights.”My mind started to put the pieces together—the earlier conversations with Angela, her sneaky smirk, and the bags I’d noticed in the trunk of Nathan’s car. “You two planned this all along, didn’t you?” I asked.“Maybe,” he admitted, the corners of his lips t
Olivia“Wait, Olivia! Please, don’t leave.” Nathan’s voice cracked as he jumped up from the bed.“What choice do I have, Nathan? I can’t be here, like this, if you can’t even look at me.” My hands trembled as I reached for my bag, trying to shove my things inside.“Is it that easy for you? To just walk away?” He sounded exasperated, his brows knitted together in a frown that I hadn’t seen in a long time.“Easy? You think this is easy for me?” I snapped, zipping up my bag with more force than necessary. “I thought we were past all this, past the accusations and the doubt.”“We are! Olivia, we are past it. It’s just… complicated.”“Complicated? Really, Nathan? What’s so complicated about wanting to be close to your mate? Or is it just me that’s the issue? Do you wish that I wasn’t your mate? All because of a mistake?”“Don’t say that. It’s not you. It’s me.”“Ugh! Don’t give me that cliche line,” I hissed. “You’ve been holding back, treating me like a stranger, Nathan. And I can’t tell
OliviaI sat there, stunned, as Nathan finished recounting his harrowing past. Tears were brimming in my eyes, not just for the little boy he used to be, but also for the man he'd become—a man so trapped in his past that he felt the need to hide himself even from me, his mate."Why didn't you ever tell me, Nathan?" The words escaped my lips, more as a breath than a question.He met my gaze, his own eyes watery. “Honestly?” he said, running a hand through his tawny blond hair. “I was embarrassed and angry about the whole thing.”“Angry I get,” I said, furrowing my brow. “But embarrassed? Why? It wasn’t your fault.”Nathan sighed and fell silent for a few moments. Judging from the way that his blue-green eyes darted back and forth, I could tell that he was struggling to come up with the right words. “My dad always made me feel like… less of a man for even considering that his actions could have hurt me. I was raised to think a man bottles up his emotions, good or bad,” he finally said.
OliviaNathan looked at me as though I had just suggested we move to the moon. The word ‘therapy’ seemed to hang in the air between us, almost tangible, like you could reach out and touch it. I felt a knot form in my stomach, my wolf letting out a low growl of nervousness in the back of my mind.“Couples therapy?” he finally asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.“Yes,” I said, holding his gaze and hoping he would see the seriousness in my eyes.“But… Why? You’ve never mentioned therapy before.”I sighed. I had expected Nathan to be at least somewhat averse to the idea given his past, but it was still a little frustrating to hear him being so reluctant.“Listen,” I said gently, trying not to press too much. “We’ve been through a lot, Nathan. A tumultuous past, and that’s putting it lightly. If we don’t do something about it, something to deal with it, it’s just going to affect our future.”“But I can handle myself,” Nathan argued, casting me a sideways glance. “Everything that’s happ
Olivia“How about we get out of here for breakfast?” Nathan suggested, sitting up and stretching. As he sat up, the morning light hit his chest, illuminating his chiseled muscles and slender build. Even with dark circles under his eyes and his hair a mess, he looked incredibly handsome in that moment. He always looked incredibly handsome, though.“A breakfast outing, huh?” I said, unable to hide my surprise. “Figured you’d want to save money and take advantage of the hotel’s breakfast bar.”Nathan shot me a look. “As if I’d take my mate out on a weekend trip to the city and make her eat the hotel’s breakfast bar,” he teased.I smirked. Hearing him refer to me as his mate was still foreign to my ears, but I liked it. It made my wolf stir, too, making me momentarily forget my distance with Nathan lately.“Anyway,” he said, climbing out of bed, “I heard there’s a nice cafe down the street from here. We could walk, get some breakfast, then… I have another surprise for the day.”“Sounds go
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.