OliviaThe house felt different without Edward’s presence; there was a stillness, a reclaimed sense of privacy that I was sorely missing. It was quiet—too quiet—and the absence of the subtle unease that had followed Edward like a shadow was both a relief and a cause for contemplation.I stood in the nursery, rocking back and forth, soothing Elliot who was being particularly fussy. Aurora, on the other hand, was staring at the mobile above her crib, her little hands reaching out towards the dancing figures.The amulet around my neck was still now, its previous vibrations a distant but nagging concern at the back of my mind.Just as I was considering whether to call Layla about the amulet’s strange behavior again, the twins’ whimpers escalated into full-blown cries.“Okay, okay,” I murmured, trying to divide my attention equally as I picked up Aurora, balancing Elliot on my hip. “Mommy’s here.”The twins’ cries were demanding, bouncing off the walls of the nursery and filling the space.
OliviaI stood there, a bit dazed, as Edward delivered Nathan’s message with a look in his eyes that just didn’t sit quite right with me. Nathan? Telling me to cancel an appointment without even speaking to me first? That wasn’t like him at all.“Are you sure he said that? It’s just... it’s not like him,” I managed.Edward gave me a look that I think was meant to be sympathetic but seemed more patronizing than anything. And maybe it was. “I know you’re upset, Olivia. But Nathan’s plate is extremely full. Running the pack is no small feat.”His words fuelled my fire a little bit. I wasn’t a novice when it came to these sorts of things. “Yes, I am aware. But this is important, too. It’s our relationship, Edward.”He held up his hands as if to placate me. “I understand. But right now, he can’t step away.”I sighed. “Alright,” I finally relented, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of the Council building. “I’ll reschedule. Can you please tell him to block out his calendar next tim
Olivia“Lingerie? Angela, that’s the last thing on my mind right now,” I said, a laugh bursting forth from my mouth that sounded foreign even to me.Angela’s tone softened. “Liv, when was the last time you felt sexy?” she asked.I looked away, focusing on the rip in the knee of my jeans. “I felt sexy at Edward’s welcome banquet.”“Yeah, but that was for an event,” Angela insisted. “I mean, when did you last feel sexy on your own? In the bedroom?”I paused. Nathan and I had a good sex life, but maybe she was right; I didn’t really feel sexy. It was hard to focus on myself lately with everything going on, and the twins had been a handful now that they were getting a little older.“Liv,” Angela continued, sensing my trepidation, “it’s just an hour or two. Clint’s got the twins. You deserve this.”My defenses were crumbling, eroded by her words and the earnest look in her eyes. “I guess... an hour or two wouldn’t hurt.”“That’s the spirit!” Angela beamed, grabbing my hand and pulling me t
OliviaAngela’s suggestion took me by surprise. Me? A job? The idea seemed absurd, regardless of how tempting it was.“Ang, I don’t know,” I began, already justifying all of the reasons why a part-time job wouldn’t work out in my head. “I’ve got the twins, and another baby on the way, and Nathan is always so busy…”She leveled me with a stern gaze. “Olivia, you’re not just a mom. You're a woman, too. And you deserve to follow your own dreams, dreams that may not necessarily involve your children. You know that, right?”I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “But baking is just a hobby of mine. I’m not even really qualified.”“Olivia, they’re looking for a baking assistant, not a head chef,” Angela teased as she nudged me with her elbow. “Who said you need any specific qualifications? You’ve got the passion and the basic skills. Anything else could be learned on the job.”I paused, considering her words. The idea of stepping out of my comfort zone was both scary and exhilarating. “I
OliviaAfter feeding Elliot and Aurora their dinner, I found myself moving through the familiar routine of getting my twins ready for bed.Their soft coos and gurgles filled the nursery as I changed them into their pajamas, and once they were both tucked in, I watched from the doorway for a moment as the sound of the lullabies playing over the speaker soothed them to sleep.I made my way to the bedroom, my mind still replaying the conversation with Angela. The idea of applying for the bakery job lingered in the back of my mind, an exciting possibility that both scared and intrigued me. Could I really handle a part-time job on top of everything, or was it just another recipe for disaster?But for now, I had something else to focus on.I retrieved the bag from our shopping spree and pulled out the lingerie I had bought. Holding it up against my body in the mirror, I couldn’t help but smile. It was beautiful, delicate and soft against my skin. I had chosen it not just for Nathan but for
Olivia“Olivia, are you cheating on me?”Nathan’s accusation left me reeling, a storm of disbelief and hurt swirling inside me. His eyes, usually so warm and understanding, now seemed as though a completely different man was standing in front of me. His stand was cold and distant, nothing like the man who I would have run to and embraced the moment he was home.What had happened to the Nathan I knew, and how had it all happened so… quickly?“Nathan, I’m not cheating on you,” I said firmly, trying to maintain my composure despite the turmoil swirling around inside my chest. “Angela was with me. We were just having fun, trying on some silly outfits. It was harmless.”But he didn’t seem to hear me, his gaze fixed on some invisible point beyond me. “Angela wasn’t in the pictures, Olivia. How can I just take your word for it?”I felt a surge of frustration, my hands balling into fists at my sides. “Because you know me, Nathan. You know I would never do anything to hurt you or our family. I
OliviaThe look on Nathan’s face when I mentioned therapy was nothing but a look of complete and utter confusion.“We had therapy today?” he asked. “What are you talking about, Olivia?”I furrowed my brow, just as confused as he was. “Yes, we had therapy today. I thought you wanted me to reschedule.”For a long time, Nathan just stared at me, confusion evident across his face. Finally, he shook his head and spoke. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Can you explain?”I sighed, still baffled but also a little frustrated now. “I went to the Council building earlier and everything. Edward answered the door and he told me that you asked him to have me reschedule. That you were too busy.”Nathan looked perplexed, his brows knit together. “I don’t recall any of this. In fact, I definitely could have gone with you today. Are you sure he told you to reschedule?”I scoffed, partially annoyed and partially dumbfounded. “Of course I’m sure!” I said, throwing my hands up in the air. “He said
OliviaWaking up the next morning, I found myself nestled in Nathan’s arms, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.For a moment, I just lay there, savoring the warmth and security of his embrace. His strong arms were tightly wrapped around me as he breathed gently beside me, his tousled dirty blond hair almost a honey color in the golden glow of the morning sunlight.But then, realization dawned on me as my eyes flickered over to the clock on the beside table—Nathan should have been at work already. My eyes widened as I gently shook his shoulder.“Nathan, wake up,” I urged, my voice laced with concern. “You should be at work by now.”He murmured something incoherent, his body sluggish and unresponsive. Panic fluttered in my chest as I tried again, shaking him more firmly this time. “Nathan, come on, wake up!”His response was lethargic, a stark contrast to his usual morning alertness. He usually had no problem popping out of bed on a weekday morning, and his version of
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.