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 was up later than usual that morning after a mostly sleepless night. After I heard the sound of Edward’s door creaking open, my mind buzzed with a million different thoughts; what was he doing? Where was he going? Were my twins safe?But eventually, after listening for several minutes and hearing nothing, I managed to relax just enough to fall into a light sleep.By the time I awoke, I could hear the sound of Nathan moving around the room. I yawned and sat up, rubbing my eyes. He was already dressed for work.“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said softly, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror as he fastened his tie. “Twins are already taken care of. I’m taking Edward with me to the Council building, just like you wanted.”A soft smile came across my lips as relief flooded through me. “Thank you,” I murmured.“No problem.” Nathan finished tying his tie and came over to me, planting a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll see you later. I love you.”“I love you, too.”The morning went on as usual,
OliviaA few days passed without incident. Nathan kept his promise to bring Edward to the Council building with him every day, and it seemed to be working so far. In fact, I even started to get a little more used to Edward being in the house in the mornings and the evenings, and I found relief in the fact that he would be gone in just another few days.However, there was still something about him that made me uneasy. I couldn’t explain it, couldn’t even fathom it, but there was just… something in his eyes. Like a distant point in front of me that I couldn’t reach, like a ghost of someone I used to know.But that was silly, and I was beginning to realize that. Edward was nothing but polite, even keeping his distance. Maybe I was just being harsh.Wednesday morning, however, had already been a roller coaster, and it wasn’t even 10 AM yet. After a sleepless night thanks to Aurora’s newfound ability to cry at a volume that could shatter glass, I was now rushing to make it to my first pren
OliviaThe clock in the waiting room seemed to tick slower than usual, and my stomach felt tightly wound like a cord waiting to snap.I kept replaying all the ‘what if’ scenarios in my head, from the worst-case ones to the somewhat bearable. Everything had seemed fine during my last visit, but knowing that the witch had something to do with all of this made me uneasy.If she found out we were still scheming to stop her, what would she do to my unborn child? What would she do with Elliot and Aurora?“Olivia?” the receptionist finally called out, her voice pulling me back to reality.“That’s me,” I said, standing up and shoving the mountain of ‘What to Expect When You’re Expecting’ and other parenting magazines back onto the table.“The doctor will see you in Room 3,” she said with a kind smile, as if sensing my unease.“Thanks,” I mumbled, gathering my kids and making my way down the hallway.In Room 3, a cheerful nurse greeted us. “Hey there, Olivia. Wow, you’ve got your hands full, d
OliviaNathan was busy fawning over the twins when he suddenly sighed, checking his watch. “Man, it’s getting late. I’ve gotta get back to work, Liv.”I nodded. “Of course. I’ll be home waiting for you later.”“I promise I won’t be late tonight,” he whispered, pulling me close, his eyes filled with sincerity. “Not like last night. Okay?”I couldn’t help it. A small smile crossed my lips, and I nodded, tilting my head back to allow Nathan to kiss me. “Okay.”He leaned down to kiss me, his hands looping through my hair and cupping the back of my neck. Even after all this time, our kisses still felt electric. I hoped it would always be like this.When he pulled away, he then bent to coo at Elliot and Aurora, who were bundled up in their stroller. They were both getting fussy, and I knew it was time for a good nap. Maybe one for me, too.“Be good for mommy, okay?” Nathan cooed.“Alright,” I said, smiling as he kissed the twins. “I’ll see you later.”“Love you,” he said as he backed away,
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.