Olivia“Hand me another ribbon, Angela—red or pink, your choice.” I stretched my arms high over my head in an attempt to tack up yet another Valentine-themed banner in our pack’s aging school gymnasium.The ladder wobbled a bit beneath me, but it seemed as though I hadn’t learned my lesson from the gender reveal party; I was still determined to prove my balancing skills. My excuse was that I was only a little over five months pregnant, so it was fine. No one else really seemed to agree, but I was too stubborn to let the job go to someone else.Angela rooted around in our supply box, her tongue peeking out in concentration as she tried to make the momentous decision between which color streamer to choose.After the surprise funding check from the Alpha association, I planned to make the most out of the upcoming charity gala. With just a few days left until the date, I couldn’t have been more excited.Now, thanks to that check, we could put the gala earnings toward even more upgrades.I
OliviaThe smell of freshly brewed coffee stirred me awake. With my eyes still bleary, I fumbled for my clock on the nightstand.Only 6:03 am. Who on earth would be up before the sunrise besides farmers and the two newborns in this house—who were, judging from a quick glance at the baby monitor, still fast asleep in their cribs?But then, the events of yesterday rushed back. Nathan’s emergency business trip. He had to leave this morning, and wouldn’t be back until Friday. It was non-negotiable, unfortunately.Groaning, I dragged myself out from under the tangled covers, hastily pulling on my robe to ward off the early morning chill. I couldn’t wait until summer.I crept down the stairs as quietly as my steps allowed, hoping not to wake up the twins. But soft clinking echoed from the kitchen, confirming this morning’s unwelcome reality.My chest tightened when I walked into the kitchen and saw that Nathan was already dressed in a tidy sweater and slacks, his hair neatly combed to the s
Nathan“Now, onto matters of the open borders between the southern and the northern packs…”I forced myself to maintain a present expression even as stifling boredom threatened to suffocate my soul. Maybe I had underestimated the true scope of the Alpha association’s seemingly endless administrative affairs.As of this moment, we were poised to spend the entire afternoon reviewing proposals for inter-pack travel agreements of all the tedious things. At an ungodly before-dawn hour, no less.I sighed inwardly, fantasizing about the cozy bed I had reluctantly left that morning. A tiny twinge of guilt churned inside my stomach as I pictured Olivia alone back home managing the house and the twins all by herself.But this was necessary; I had promised to attend this three-day-long conference, and I couldn’t afford any mistakes so early on in my career.Especially not after that first check came through. It certainly felt good to hold it in my hands. Soon, there would be more—as long as I co
Olivia“Sorry, Liv. I’ve got to go.”I furrowed my brow at Nathan’s sudden departure. “Nathan, wait—”But he was already gone. The line clicked dead, and I was left standing in the middle of the dimly lit kitchen, my eyes wide and my heart sinking. Slowly, I lowered the phone onto the counter.Just like that? He couldn’t have at least said goodbye, or “I love you”?Sighing, I typed out a quick text: “That was abrupt. Hope everything is okay.”I hit send and waited for a few moments, but this time, the three bubbles didn’t appear. My text went unanswered.With a huff I finally shut off my phone and slapped it down on the counter, blinking away the tears that were threatening to come. “I’m being silly,” I muttered to myself. He was just busy, that was all; and what he was doing, he was doing for the good of our pack. For our futures. For our children’s futures.But no matter how hard I tried to justify it, I couldn’t deny the way that it made my heart sink into the pits of my stomach. T
NathanOlivia’s pink breasts, covered in soap bubbles, stared up at me from my phone screen.Instantly, I felt a stirring in my groin as I looked at it. God, I wanted to be home with her. But at the same time, this little experiment of hers… it was intriguing. Maybe traveling for work wouldn’t be so bad if we sent each other some pictures in the meantime…But before I could pull up my camera app to snap a picture of my own to send back, there was an abrupt knock on the bathroom door.“Someone in there?” a voice on the other side asked.I sighed and quickly sent Olivia all I could manage—a smiley face emoji—before I shoved my phone back into my pocket and swung the door open.“All yours,” I said, stepping out of the way. The gruff Alpha standing in front of me, smelling of cigar smoke with that particular red look in his eyes that practically screamed ‘too much scotch’, brushed past me with nothing more than a grunt.Shaking my head, I returned to the main room where the other Alphas w
OliviaThe cold air nipped at my skin as I stepped out onto the porch. I pulled my cardigan tighter around my shoulders, leaning forward to get a better look at the road leading up to our driveway.Nothing.I sighed and checked my watch for the millionth time; it was almost two o’clock, and Nathan should have been home an hour ago. Where was he?Another gust of wind blew across the lawn, causing me to shiver. With a soft sigh, I headed back inside and wandered over to the kitchen, where my phone still sat on the counter. No calls, no texts. Maybe his meeting ran late, as they seemed to do often.Or maybe…No. I frowned and shook my head again to dislodge the thoughts of Nathan sitting in a cigar-filled room with a beautiful woman on his lap. I knew it was silly; he would never do anything like that. He was my husband, and he had made a vow. Besides, I had no reason to ever think that he would cheat on me. He just wasn’t that type of guy.Suddenly, as if on cue, my phone started to buz
OliviaThe soft music playing in the gymnasium was muffled through the door as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, smoothing down my skirt and picking lint off of my sweater.“Still no call from Nathan?” Angela was sitting on the counter next to me, picking at a sugar cookie she had stolen from the banquet table outside. She eyed me warily as I picked up my phone.“Nope.” I let out my millionth sigh for the day as I checked my phone and realized that there were still no notifications, and slapped it back down on the sink. “Nothing.”I returned my attention to primping myself in the mirror. I had been so excited to show off my new skirt and sweater, and my hair looked perfect. My nails, red with pink hearts, even matched my skirt perfectly.But I wasn’t so excited anymore. The gala was supposed to start in just fifteen minutes, and Nathan still wasn’t here. I hadn’t heard a peep from him all day, except for the single text he had sent me in the morning.“Headed to my meeting now.
Olivia“Liv…”“Nathan!”I pushed away from the doorway and ran toward my husband, not caring if the salt from the parking lot whipped up around my skirt or if my hair got messy. Nathan grinned, opening his arms for me. I slammed into him, letting him lift me and twirl me around.“You made it,” I breathed.Nathan leaned down and pressed a warm, tender kiss against my lips. He tasted a bit like coffee, and the smell of his cologne was almost dizzying.“I made a promise, didn’t I?” he said when he pulled away. “Oh my god, Liv, your hair…”I smirked and tucked a strand behind my ear. “You like it?”“Like it?” Nathan grinned. “Baby, I love it. It looks so good on you.”“I wanted to surprise you.”“And you sure did.” He took my hand and twirled me, his eyes sweeping lovingly over my entire body. “And your outfit, too…”I grinned and held my nails up. “They match my skirt.”Nathan smirked and pressed my fingers to his lips as his other arm circled around my waist, pulling me close again. “Yo
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.