I settled myself on the couch, exhaustion weighing heavily on my eyelids. Nathan tucked a cozy blanket around me, his touch soothing and gentle.Even though it was still early in the day and not quite noon yet, it had still felt like a long and emotionally charged morning, and all I wanted was a few moments to rest.Before I knew it, I was already dozing off right there on the couch in the warm embrace of the blanket that Nathan had tucked around me.A little while later, I stirred awake to discover that the early morning sunshine had shifted over to dark skies and a mild rain. I yawned, rubbing my eyes as I slowly sat up and looked around for Nathan.It felt as though I was asleep for a while, and when I picked up my phone and saw that it was almost one o’clock in the afternoon and that I had been asleep for a couple of hours, I couldn’t help but laugh a little.I was never much of a person who took naps, but it seemed that lately I was much sleepier than usual. I supposed that it wa
I woke up in a dimly lit living room, the remnants of sleep still clinging to my senses.Nathan was no longer sleeping beside me. Instead, a cozy blanket was tucked around me, courtesy of Nathan's thoughtfulness.As I yawned and stretched, a wave of recollection washed over me, reminding me of my afternoon spent with my childhood best friend.I couldn’t help but smile a bit as I remembered spending the afternoon enjoying the foods that we used to love as kids and watching movies, and the memories of Maria’s awful soup and horrible words felt like mere fragments in my mind.The pizza and the movies weren’t the only things that were lingering in my mind, though. I laid there for a moment in the dark living room, smiling up at the ceiling as I remembered the feeling of Nathan’s arm slipping around me.He was so warm and comforting. I couldn’t deny the fact that I craved being caught inside his arms again after we spent that last night together in his bed, when I was hearing bumps in the
I sighed heavily as the two mischievous culprits standing before me removed their masks.“Who are you?” Olivia asked, sounding frightened.I shook my head. It was none other than the naughty neighbor kids, Jake and Max. They were a couple of bratty teenagers who I had already caught on more than one occasion getting themselves into some trouble or another over the years, but nothing quite like this.Their tear-stained faces revealed a mix of fear and guilt, their mischievous facade crumbling in the face of consequences.“Really, guys?” I groaned, folding my arms across my chest. “Why would you do something like this? You can’t just creep around other people’s houses in the middle of the night and scare the living daylights out of a pregnant woman.”Jake, the taller one, sniffled pathetically. His voice was barely above a whisper."We thought it would be funny," he confessed, casting his eyes downwards. “Olivia is an outcast, and… No one believes that she’s the real Luna.”Max chimed i
A couple of weeks passed by after the incident with the two neighbor boys. Not much happened after that, and I felt myself getting accustomed once again to my aunt’s old villa.Without any visitors or anything that needed to be done, I was comfortably spending my days reading in the fresh air, tending to the house, and enjoying my solitude after having to spend the past ten years practically working nonstop just to make ends meet.However, I couldn’t help but notice a stark difference in Nathan’s demeanor. Before, he seemed to be getting closer with me, as though warming up to some idea of us being more than friends.But then, as though he read my mind on the night that the neighbor boys tried to prank us, he suddenly distanced himself.I figured that a bit of distance between us was for the best. It was better, after all, not to spend too much energy trying to find something in our relationship that just wasn’t there.We were just friends, and we had a plan set in place that we both
I woke up extra early the next morning. Even though trying to do laundry for Nathan ended up in embarrassment and frustration, I was determined to show him that I cared for him as a friend.Lately, I had noticed that Nathan was not packing himself a lunch to bring to work when he was busy with his Alpha duties.It seemed as though every day he was coming home with takeout boxes filled with unhealthy leftovers, which often wound up going uneaten and would sit in the fridge for days on end.Not only was it unhealthy for him to keep doing this to himself, but it was also expensive.And so, that morning, I decided to get up early just so that I could make him a nice lunch to bring to work.I got to work before Nathan was even stirring. After putting on some quiet music, I started rummaging through the fridge and pantry to find some ingredients. The soft rays of the morning sunlight streamed in through the window, and I couldn’t help but smile a bit and hum to myself as I got to work.I ca
I woke up the next morning with a new sense of determination in my heart.Throughout the night, I tossed and turned as I tried to brainstorm ways to cheer up Nathan. I eventually came to the conclusion that maybe part of his issue was that, aside from work, he had been spending all of his time at the villa.Maybe he just needed some time out, in the fresh air, doing something that he enjoyed.I had noticed a few days after moving into the villa that there was a set of golf clubs in the storage room with Nathan’s name on them.I never recalled him being too much of a golf fan, but maybe he picked it up over the past ten years that we were apart; and as I loaded them into my car, I felt as though this plan was bulletproof.Once, when I was in middle school, I had a crush on a boy in my class. I didn’t even remember his name now, but I remembered that I struggled every day to get him to notice me. Finally, after whining about it to my dad for a week straight, my dad made an interesting p
I sat at home, the weight of exhaustion and frustration settling over me like a heavy blanket.I couldn’t get the image of Olivia in her golfing outfit out of my head. Her khaki pants hugged her thick thighs, emphasizing her wide hips and round ass. I hated to admit it, but it made me aroused.It was frustrating after I had just spent the last two weeks trying harder than ever to keep a solid distance between us. Of course it hurt to see her sad face when I kept pushing her away, and eventually I would warm up to her again, but right now I just needed some space.I needed time to think about everything.The way that we fell asleep together on the couch that one day stayed fresh in my mind. I liked the feeling of her slender body pressed up against me while we dozed together; I liked it too much, in fact.Olivia arrived home shortly after me, and her discontent was palpable as she put away the golf supplies.The sound of her huffing and the way she kicked off her shoes made it clear th
Olivia didn’t know this, but over the past weeks I had been working tirelessly, pushing myself to the limits, all for the chance to gain the approval of the Alpha Council.But no matter how hard I tried, it seemed that they never took me seriously.It was late in the day on a Friday when I was supposed to attend an Alpha Council meeting. Normally, during these meetings, I spent most of the time keeping the minutes or taking notes.Today, however, I was finally permitted to sit in on the meeting and have my first trial as a “member” of the council.As I entered the council chambers, I could already feel the judgmental gazes of the other Alphas weighing heavily on me.They whispered amongst themselves, casting disparaging glances in my direction. Ignoring their obvious disdain, I took my seat.The air in the council chamber was heavy with tension as I took my seat among the other Alphas. Their disapproving glances sent a wave of unease through me, but I refused to let it deter me. I had
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.