NathanI woke up with a start, my neck stiff from spending yet another night sleeping at my desk.As my eyes came into focus, I cursed under my breath; the clock on the wall read just past seven in the morning, which only meant one thing.I was going to be late for my meeting.Olivia’s words from last night still echoed in my mind, a reminder of the guilt that had been gnawing at me. I knew I had been neglecting my duties as a father and a husband, but the weight of my responsibilities as Alpha was a constant pressure.That was why, after Olivia had come to bed, I had slipped out of the bedroom to work in my office until the first light of dawn had begun spreading its blue tendrils across the horizon.I had only intended on working for an hour or so just to get ahead on some things, but one hour had turned into four. And then, before I knew it, I had been slumping over at my desk and nodding off. I fell asleep there for a meager three hours before the discomfort woke me, which was a g
OliviaNathan slept in his office that night. When I heard him quietly climb out of the bed around midnight, I had thought that he was just going to the bathroom or to get a glass of water. But he never returned, and it wasn’t until I woke up in the morning and saw that he still wasn’t in bed, that I realized he had spent the night working in his office once again.He didn’t even take the time to eat breakfast, and all I could do was watch, my heart sinking, as Nathan rushed out of the house, coffee in hand.And in his haste, he accidentally sloshed some of it right onto Aurora’s head, causing her face to twist up in confusion and discomfort.“Seriously? Nathan!” I called after him, but he was already out the door, oblivious to the mess he had made.Quickly, I grabbed a towel, gently wiping the coffee off Aurora. Thankfully, it wasn’t too hot, although her tears were beginning to flow already. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” I soothed, as she looked up at me with wide, surprised eyes. “Daddy
OliviaThe day the pamphlets were finally published online and delivered to the local tourist office was supposed to mark a small victory, not only for our town and our pack, but also for my budding career.Watching people pick the pamphlets up, their eyes scanning the vibrant pages, filled me with a sense of pride. My little project, a labor of love and determination, was paying off more than I had expected.Over the following days, more tourists from nearby territories began trickling into our town, and I couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, I did have a knack for this. I could only imagine the effects if I kept doing things like this, using my influence as our pack’s Luna to make some real changes.However, not all of the feedback was positive.As I scrolled through online comments, my heart began to sink in ways I hadn’t expected.“Cute attempt by the little Luna housewife,” one comment read. “Guess it’s hard to find real work when you’re just the Alpha’s wife.” My eye
OliviaI rushed outside, my heart pounding with fear, and knocked on the car door where Nathan was slumped over the steering wheel. “Nathan!” I called out, my voice filled with panic. He didn’t stir despite my knocking, and I tried the door handle, finding it locked.“Nathan, open up,” I begged, knocking harder.Still, there was no response. I began to fear the worst; perhaps he had somehow been drugged, or passed out completely from exhaustion, or… what if he had a heart attack or something from all of the lack of sleep?Cursing under my breath, I was just about to turn on my heel to run back inside for the spare car key. But finally, Nathan stirred, lifting his head with a groggy and confused look on his face. He blinked, his eyes focusing on me standing outside. “Liv?” I heard him say, his voice muffled through the car door.“Open up, right now,” I demanded, feeling a sense of relief mixed with frustration wash over me. Quickly, he obliged and unlocked the door, and I almost fell i
NathanI adjusted my tie in the mirror, meticulously combing my hair to perfection as I muttered to myself.“No, no, no,” I muttered, loosening my tie. “Can you hand me the blue one instead? The red looks stupid.”Levi, who was leaning on my desk behind me with his arms folded across his chest, shook his head. “Nathan, you look fine,” he said.I caught his gaze in the mirror. “You’re sure?” I asked.“Yes,” he chuckled. “And by the way, relax your shoulders. You look like you’re bracing for a fight.”I tried to ease the tension in my shoulders, but it was a futile effort. The day of my interview with the Alpha association had finally come, so relaxation felt worlds away at that moment. In a matter of minutes, the Alphas would be walking through the doors, ready to bombard me with questions and scrutiny.“I feel like a terrified schoolboy about to give a presentation to his whole class while his crush is watching,” I admitted, feeling slightly foolish. “And it’s silly, right? I’ve held
OliviaThe conference room buzzed with energy and purpose as I, alongside the PR team, gathered around the large, polished oak table. It was the fourth day of our auction preparations, and I had become more accustomed to the team.Papers, laptops, and cups of coffee were scattered across the surface, a testament to the long hours we'd been putting into organizing the auction. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the scene. The atmosphere was a blend of focus and creativity, an exciting departure from the everyday routine.The word was vigorous, but it was one of the most fulfilling things I had ever done. I enjoyed getting along with the team, too. Everyone was nice, and it felt good to finally be a part of something outside the home for the first time in what seemed like forever.For starters, there was Joshua, the youngest out of the group. He was interning during his freshman year in college, but it was clear that he was cut out to be a valuable member of
OliviaI was just about to come up with a retort to Vanessa’s obvious hatred of me when the door suddenly flung open, causing all of us to jump and whirl around.“I need everyone but Olivia to leave the room, please.”Nathan stood in the doorway, his eyes wild. My own eyes widened as soon as I saw him; I knew that he had his interview with the Alpha association today, but it seemed as though something was wrong.As the others filtered out of the conference room, leaving Nathan and me alone a moment later, a heavy silence settled between the two of us. The tension in Nathan’s shoulders was palpable, his usual confident demeanor replaced by a look of deep frustration and concern.“Is everything okay?” I asked softly, taking a tentative step toward him. “Is it about your interview?”He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s, uh… It’s complicated, Liv,” he said, his voice sounding hoarse and weary. “The interview went okay, I think, but… Liv, they want us to raise a lot of money f
OliviaIt was early the next morning, and I had just called the PR team for an impromptu meeting to discuss the lofty goals that the Alpha association had set for us.We were gathered around the conference table once again, a tray of coffee and pastries placed in the middle. I had picked it up on my way in this morning, figuring that it would help to soften the blow that was certain to knock most, if not all, of them out of their chairs.“Everyone,” I began, clasping my trembling hands together. “There’s been a significant development regarding the auction. We’ve… We’ve been challenged by the Alpha association to raise a staggering amount of money—a hundred thousand dollars.”A collective gasp echoed around the table. Everyone began glancing around incredulously, clearly trying to tell if I was playing a prank on them or not.“You’re serious?” Ashley asked, her voice quieter than usual.I nodded. “I am,” I said. “Look, I know it’s a lot, but—”“Sorry, Luna, but… how the hell are we su
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.