I was deep in slumber, right in the middle of a dream, when the sound of Olivia's distressed voice shattered the peacefulness of the night.“Nathan!” she cried, pounding on the door frantically. “Please, I need your help. Something’s not right.”Her cries for help jolted me awake, and without a second thought, I leaped out of bed and rushed to the door.Panic filled my chest as I opened it to find Olivia standing there, tears streaming down her face. She looked pale and weak, and was shaking and wavering as she stood in front of me."Olivia, what's wrong? What happened?" I asked, my voice trembling with worry.She could barely catch her breath as she explained through sobs, "Nathan, it hurts so much and I can’t stop throwing up. Something's wrong. We need to go to the hospital…"Suddenly, Olivia’s legs seemed to give out. She lurched forward, and I managed to grab her just in time. Her body felt weak and clammy in my arms, and without a second thought, I scooped her up and carried her
I stood there outside Nathan’s room, feeling myself waver in front of him. I remembered pitching forward and being caught by his strong arms. I remembered him carrying me down to the car as though I weighed nothing, and I remembered his hand holding mine as he drove me to the emergency room.After that, a sudden fever took over me and I became too delirious to consciously remember anything.When I came back to my senses, there was an IV in my arm, two nurses and a doctor standing around me with concerned looks on their faces, and Nathan was nowhere to be found.The sterile hospital room enveloped me, a stark reminder of my vulnerability.“N-Nathan?” I mumbled, looking around confusedly.“He’s in the waiting room,” one of the nurses, a gentle older man, said as his face came into view. “You can see him once we’ve run some tests.”I nodded slowly, but I couldn’t deny the fact that there was anxiety coursing through my veins. In my semi-delirious state, I didn’t just want Nathan by my si
The following days melted together into a haze of ceaseless activity and unwavering concern.I observed Nathan tirelessly dedicating himself to his duties with the Alpha Council, his sleep-deprived eyes betraying the weight he carried upon his shoulders.Yet, even amidst his responsibilities, he remained an unwavering presence in my life, showering me with unwarranted attention and care. Though I appreciated his devotion, I couldn't help but feel suffocated at times.It felt as though every morning I would wake up to the sound of him knocking on my door, and on more than one occasion he barged right in with a tray of food and steaming hot tea.“Here you go,” he said one morning, a little over a week after my hospital visit. He walked into my room with a tray of breakfast food, without even knocking, and set it down on my bedside table.I quickly pulled my sheets up to cover myself as I sat up, nervously running a hand through my messy hair.“T-Thanks,” I muttered, peering over at the
Soon enough, it was time for my next checkup. The doctor at the hospital urged me to start attending checkups more regularly due to the food poisoning, and of course as soon as Nathan heard the doctor utter those words, he arranged for me to attend appointments twice a month. Today, however, he was too busy with Alpha Council matters to attend my appointment. I was a bit relieved, because I had a plan. Ever since I returned to my hometown, Angela had been bullying me like a high school girl. The last time I spoke to her was at the banquet, when she kept commenting on the food choices that I was making and was insulting my weight. But I had seen her around town since then. I ran into her at the grocery store, the park, the pharmacy — it was as though she was everywhere, lurking around every corner. And she always seemed to come armed with some sort of snide comment or nasty glare. I had had enough. And today, I was glad that Nathan wouldn’t be coming with me, because I was ready
“You’re right, Olivia.” Angela’s eyes were filled with tears. As though she was suddenly deflated, she plopped down on the stool behind her and let out a deep, heavy sigh. “So you do have a crush on Nathan?” Angela nodded grimly, her eyes not wanting to meet mine. “I know it’s silly, but I feel like I’ve been in love with him since middle school,” she admitted. “Ever since we sat next to each other in science class and we had to work on a project together, I’ve been in love with him.” “All this time?” I asked, cocking my head to the side. “Why didn’t you ever tell him? You were always so popular — he probably would have jumped at the chance.” Surprisingly, Angela shook her head. “I tried, on more than one occasion. I invited him to a school dance and he declined. In high school, he came to one of my pool parties, and we were playing Seven Minutes in Heaven. You remember that game?” I nodded, suddenly thrust back in time to when I was a teenager. On the rare occasion that I
For a moment longer than it probably should have, Nathan’s thumb lingered on my cheek where he had brushed the flour away. As though coming to our senses at the exact same time, however, he quickly pulled away and I cleared my throat. “Want some pie?” I asked, turning away and walking to the fridge in order to hide my red face. I opened the freezer and dug around until I found a container of vanilla ice cream, which I had bought a few days prior. “Sure,” Nathan replied. By the time I turned back around to face him, he was on the other side of the kitchen and was avoiding my gaze like the plague. But even then, I could see how his mouth watered every time he glanced at the pie, and my apprehension turned to amusement. A few minutes later, we had between us two plates of bright red, gooey cherry pie topped with scoops of vanilla ice cream. The aroma of the sweet cherries and the buttery, flaky crust filled the air in the kitchen, reminding me of the little bakery that we use
I sobbed into Nathan’s chest, clutching his shirt in my fists as memories of what my ex had done to me flooded into my mind. The hatred for my ex had been there all along, festering in my mind since the moment that he kicked me out; but when I found out that I was pregnant, I forced myself to put on a brave face for my future child and push down the anger that I had. Now, however, the sweetness of the cherry pie and the warm embrace of my childhood friend dredged out all of that pain. “Shh,” Nathan whispered, stroking my hair. “It’s alright.” “I hate him so much,” I sobbed. “I can’t believe that he’s just ignoring his own child.” Nathan let out a deep sigh. “I know, Liv. I’m sorry. If I could take away your pain, I would.” My sobs subsided. Slowly, I looked up. My tear-stained eyes met Nathan’s, which were filled with sadness. But there was a hint of something else there, something more tender, a glimmer of hope amongst all of the turmoil. A flicker of something inexpl
Olivia’s kiss was burned into my lips like a permanent brand from a hot iron, and the taste of cherry pie on her tongue lingered in my mouth like a ghost.It felt as though her lips lived there now, inside my mouth, replacing my tongue and all of my senses. All I could taste was her, and I didn’t want to taste anything else.But at the same time, I knew that this was a bad idea. The feeling of the blood rushing through my body, urging me to do more than just kiss her as we stood in the kitchen, overwhelmed me and I had to get away.I knew that if I stayed with her any longer, I would be laying her out across the kitchen counter in the same fashion that she laid out the pie crust. It would be the demise of the friendship that we had only just rekindled, and it would break all of the rules that we had set in place.The last thing I saw before I painfully retreated was the sorrowful, hurt expression on Olivia’s face. Oh, how I wanted to stay and wipe that pain off of her pretty face; but
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.