OliviaThe Council building was buzzing with lively chatter and the clinking of glasses as the final guests made their way in and took their seats, but my eyes were still fixed on the door, hoping for one last guest to make her entrance.“Do you think she’ll actually come?” Angela, who had just slipped in after a long shift at the hospital, said as she stood next to me with a glass of champagne in her hand.I swallowed. “I’d like to say I hope so, but logic is telling me otherwise,” I said, finally tearing my gaze away from the door.Angela sighed. “It’s okay if she doesn’t. The pieces she donated for the cause are more than enough.”As she spoke, my eyes drifted over to the star items of the evening; the three pieces that Dianna had graciously given us. They were to be saved for the very end of the auction, but had taken center stage. Even now, I could see guests pointing at the pieces and murmuring.“Yeah,” I said, managing a small smile. “You’re right.”The auctioneer, a portly man
Olivia“Oh my god,” Nathan whispered, his eyes widening as his grip on my waist tightened. “It can’t be…”I was speechless. The moment that Dianna Miller had stepped into the grand hall of the Council building, the room had fallen into a hush. Her heels clicked slowly on the floor, echoing throughout the room. Even the auctioneer had fallen silent.Her presence, as enigmatic as her paintings, sent a ripple of excitement through the crowd. I felt a surge of hope when I looked into her eyes—her arrival could change everything. No, it would change everything.As she approached, I saw the nerves in her eyes, the uncertainty of a woman more accustomed to the solitude of her studio than the bustle of a crowded event.Yet, she walked with a grace that hid her nervousness. When she reached Nathan and me, I didn’t hesitate; I wrapped her in a tight hug, gratitude flooding my voice as I whispered in her ear, “Dianna, thank you so much for coming. You have no idea what this means to us.”Dianna
OliviaDianna’s final artwork, her most rare piece, was unveiled on the stage and elicited a gasp from the audience. My eyes widened slightly as I took in the beautiful abstract piece, a swirl of shapes and colors that almost seemed to resemble a landscape, but not quite.“Ladies and gentlemen, ” the auctioneer announced, “the final work of art by the incomparable Dianna Miller. Let the bidding begin.”Beside me, Dianna drew in a sharp breath and clutched her necklace. I glanced at her, then at Nathan, who gave my waist a squeeze.“Here we go,” Nathan whispered.All at once, the auction hall began to fly into a frenzy of bidding. The auctioneer could barely keep up, his voice rising in pitch and cadence as his hands flew to point out the cacophony of bidders.“I’m hearing five thousand… ten thousand… twelve… fifteen thousand!”A woman dressed in furs and pearls near the front shot up from her seat, waving her bidding card dramatically. “Twenty thousand!” she cried out.“Twenty-two tho
OliviaMy heart sank as the Alphas turned to face us, their expressions cold and severe.“You would be wrong, Luna,” the stern Alpha, Dan, said flatly. “The goal was clear—you were meant to raise $100,000 in order for your pack to be considered for the Alpha association. You failed to meet that goal.”Nathan stood beside me, frozen with shock. I shook my head in disbelief. “But we were so close,” I insisted. “We were just $500 short. Surely that tiny amount isn’t enough to discount all of our hard work?:Dan scoffed, his cold gray eyes flashing with contempt. “Rules are rules,” he growled, then turned to Nathan, who was still frozen. “I expected more from you, youngling Alpha. Consider your application formally rejected.”With that, the Alphas turned on their heels and made for the door without another word.Beside me, Nathan was completely rigid, his shoulders trembling ever so slightly. I turned to look at him, my eyes wide with a combination of fear, shock, and anger. This could no
OliviaThe brilliant blue ocean almost seemed to glitter underneath the warm Mediterranean sun as Nathan and I stepped out of the airport, breathing in the sweet tropical air. A refreshing breeze ruffled my sundress and hair, instantly filling me with a boost of energy after the long flight.“Ahh… isn’t this perfect?” Nathan murmured as he wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me close. His fingers trailed lightly over the nape of my neck in a way that never failed to make me shiver. “So warm and sunny compared to home. I could get used to this, Liv.”I laughed a bit, leaning into him. “Me too,” I mused. “I plan to spend every minute either sunbathing on the beach or gorging myself on fresh olives and pasta. Maybe both at the same time.”Nathan grinned roguishly. “You deserve it. You are eating for two now, after all.” His hand trailed down to rest on my belly, which was finally beginning to ‘pop’ these days.I smirked and placed my hand over his. “Well, if you insist…”As we made o
OliviaI let out a satisfied sigh as I fell back onto the pillows. Beside me, Nathan rolled over, his face covered in a slight sheen of sweat. The tropical night air from the open balcony doors floated across my flushed bare skin, cooling me off after our late-night romp.A smirk drew across Nathan’s lips as he looked over at me. “You still with me, Liv?” he asked. His tone was playfully cocky.“Barely,” I hummed, rolling over to press myself against him. “You should be more careful with a pregnant woman.”Nathan chuckled, a low, inviting sound as his arm came around to lay across my hips. “Is that a complaint I detect?” he teased. His eyebrow quirked challengingly even as his fingers traced lovingly across my skin.I nipped at his neck in retaliation, eliciting a satisfying grunt to escape from his lips. “Far from it,” I teased. “I should be the one asking if you have any energy left. We have that snorkeling tour at nine in the morning tomorrow, after all…”“Careful taunting me,” Na
OliviaStepping off the plane and inhaling the brisk pine-scented air felt instantly rejuvenating. As much as I adored island life, it felt good to be home. Nathan wrapped an arm securely around my shoulders, pulling me close as we crossed the arrival gate together.“Just because the honeymoon’s over doesn’t mean the romance has to end,” he murmured, nuzzling that sensitive spot beneath my ear in a way that never failed to make me shiver, as if an electric current had just run up my spine.I tilted my face up towards his, sighing contentedly when his warm, soft lips met mine. When we finally pulled apart, I kept my arms tightly wound around his torso, my ear pressed against his chest as we waited for Angela and Levi to arrive.“You’re not allowed to get distant and broody on me again, you hear?” I mumbled into his sweater. “No matter how stressful Alpha politics become, don’t let us fall back into our old routines…”Nathan let out a sigh of annoyance, although it was more amused than
NathanMy fingers fumbled clumsily with the navy blue silk tie for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. For the past half hour or so, I had been painstakingly struggling to flatten the creases perfectly, all to no avail.Groaning in frustration, I raked a hand through my already disheveled hair. I knew obsessing over minor outfit details like this was ridiculous when monumentally larger worries loomed, such as my first meeting with the Alpha association, which would be in just a couple of short hours.Still—impressions mattered, especially when my entire pack status rested on this probationary period. I needed to prove that I was worthy of being on the association, and I couldn’t spare any details.Suddenly, the door creaked open and I turned to see Olivia slip inside. She was dressed plainly for a comfortable day at home with the twins, but she was still glowing from our tropical honeymoon.With her belly growing bigger by the day, she looked even more beautiful. In fact,
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.