OliviaThe banquet had drawn to a close, the candles were flickering low, and I was eager to get back to the twins. Nathan, however, had something urgent come up with his Beta.“Sorry, Liv,” he said, looking apologetic. “I have some pack business to deal with. One of our import suppliers is throwing a royal fit because a document got lost in transit. I have to resign everything and get it back out ASAP.”“Don’t worry,” I said, giving his hand a squeeze. “Just get home before it’s too late, okay?”“I will,” Nathan reassured me. “Oh, and hey, can you take Uncle Edward back with you? Show him around the house?”The thought of walking back alone with Edward unsettled me in a strange and inexplicable way, but Nathan was giving me that pleading look—one he knew I couldn’t easily refuse. “Alright, fine. But just so you know, you owe me one.”Nathan grinned. “Deal. Love you.”“Love you too.”The walk back to the villa was short, but it felt much longer. Edward tried to make small talk, asking
OliviaThe morning sun peeked through the curtains as I groggily got out of bed. My mind was still filled with a foggy sense of unease from the previous night.But when I glanced at Nathan, peacefully asleep next to me, I knew that I had to let go of whatever unreasonable worries were clouding my brain. Life had thrown us so many curveballs lately; the last thing I wanted was to add another one.Pushing aside my concerns, I tiptoed out of the room. As I made my way down the hallway toward the nursery, my heart swelled in anticipation. No matter how stressed or worried I was, seeing Elliot and Aurora, seeing their smiling little faces first thing in the morning, always made things better.But as I pushed open the door to the nursery, I nearly jumped out of my skin.Edward was already in there, cradling Aurora in his arms, while Elliot lay in his crib, cooing softly. My first reaction was a strange mix of surprise and defensiveness. This was my sanctuary, my space with my children, and
NathanThe moment my eyes blinked open, I knew it was going to be one of those mornings—the type filled with meetings, paperwork, and pack responsibilities. The sunlight was already streaming through the bedroom window, painting a warm glow on the pale walls.Olivia’s spot was empty beside me, indicating that she had already woken up—probably to take care of the twins. She was always so diligent, rarely waking me up to take over the responsibilities.Sometimes I felt bad, but I think she just genuinely enjoyed waking up to see their smiling faces. I wouldn’t dare to take that away from her.Picking up my phone from the bedside table, I sighed. As it turned out, my suspicions were correct; it was going to be one of those days. The import supplier was still complaining about the stipulations of the contracts, one of the businesses in town was begging for funding for a new storefront, and I had a long laundry list of other duties to attend to. It was going to be a long day.I climbed out
OliviaI glanced around the living room after Clint left, taking in the surroundings. After Clint had mentioned Edward’s eyes, it was like something was just… off, even without Edward being here anymore.I would have to talk to Nathan later, I was sure of it. Not just about Edward trying to handle the twins, but also about his eyes. Maybe he would have some insight.Just as I settled onto the couch and started thumbing through a parenting magazine I had hardly touched, the doorbell rang. I sighed, reluctantly putting the magazine aside. I opened the door to find Angela standing there, a bright smile on her face, and felt my insides soften a bit.“Hey, Olivia! Got a minute?”“Of course,” I said, ushering her in. “It’s good to see you.”We sat down in the living room, and Angela looked around. “Nathan and Edward are out?”“Yeah, they went to the Council building. So, I finally have some time to myself, and now with you.” I gave her a warm smile. “What’s up?”“I was just on my lunch brea
OliviaI stared up at Edward, taken aback by his question. He still sat across from me, his elbows on my desk, his eyes twinkling with something that I couldn’t quite read.“Sorry?” I asked, confused.“Do you want to be Alpha?” he repeated.I stared at him, still utterly baffled. Had I really given that impression? That I didn’t want to be Alpha anymore? “Is that what you think this is about? You think I don’t want to be Alpha?” I found myself asking.Edward lifted a hand defensively. “No, no, that’s not what I meant. I’m just asking if you enjoy it. You’ve had a lot on your plate recently.”“Of course I enjoy it,” I retorted, perhaps a bit too defensively. “Being Alpha isn’t just a title to me. It’s in my blood. It’s my calling, and I would never turn my back on this pack or this town.”Edward’s eyes softened, and he nodded. “I didn’t mean to suggest you would. I was just curious. We’ve never had the pleasure of meeting in person; I want to understand what drives you.”I took a deep
OliviaAs I set the dinner table, the warm scent of roasted chicken filled the room. I was excited for a family dinner tonight—Nathan, Edward, and myself. It was not only a chance for the tiniest shred of normalcy, but it was also a chance to finally talk, to get things out in the open air, and most of all, to observe Edward before I jumped to any conclusions.When the front door opened, the jingle of keys announced their arrival. I steeled myself, smoothing down my shirt and turning around with a smile on my face.Nathan walked into the dining room first, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the spread. “Wow, Olivia, this looks amazing!”Edward followed, an approving smile gracing his lips. “I must say, Nathan, you’ve chosen a woman who knows her way around the kitchen. Olivia, you must be the one to cook all of the time, right?”I couldn’t deny the fact that his comment sent a tinge of irritation flickering through me. “We both cook, actually. And we share all household chores evenl
OliviaWhen I finished speaking, Nathan’s eyes widened, and he looked like I had just slapped him. “You’d really leave? Over this?” he asked, his voice trembling slightly.I shrugged, blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill. “Maybe. I don’t know, Nathan. I just… I don’t feel right with this whole situation.”Nathan was silent for some time. He sank down onto the side of the bed, running his hands through his dirty blond hair in that way that he always did when he was thinking deeply.“Olivia,” he finally said, “it’s just temporary. Why do you hate Edward so much?”I sighed, the exasperation seeping through my words. “Nathan, I don’t hate him. But you didn’t even consult me before you let him move into our house. I’ve got two infants in the other room and I’m pregnant with another. I think I have the right to be worried, don’t I?”Nathan looked up at me and his face was etched with frustration. “Look, if it makes you feel any better, my wolf recognizes Edward. That’s got
NathanI woke up to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. My eyes flicked to Olivia, who was still fast asleep next to me.Her chest was rising and falling gently, her golden hair splayed out on the pillow around her. She looked positively angelic, a stark contrast to the tense and worried expression she was wearing last night.Her still being asleep was unusual; she was usually an early riser ever since the twins were born, oftentimes beating me to the nursery in the mornings. But with the new pregnancy, I figured she needed all the rest she could get. I leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before rolling out of bed.My next stop was the nursery to check on the twins. Yawning, I made my way down the hallway, but paused when I saw the door ajar.That was strange.Olivia and I always kept it closed at night. Maybe Olivia had gone in there and forgotten to close it? I tried to shake off the unsettling feeling as I stepped into the nursery.Both El
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.