Olivia“An escort?” I asked, my voice rising an octave. “That’s not fair!”Nathan simply shrugged. “How is it not fair, Olivia? You keep putting yourself in danger. Honestly, it’s the least I could do. I could very easily use my Alpha abilities to keep you locked up here in this house if I wanted to, but I won’t do that to you.”I ground my teeth together angrily. “You can’t restrict my freedom,” I fired back, my tone matching the defiance sparking in my eyes. His words, his plan to curb my independence, had stirred up a storm inside of me.“You can't protect yourself,” Nathan retorted, his eyes fixed intently on me.An indignant laugh tore itself free from my throat.“What, did you forget that you always lost to me during Warrior Training back in the day?” I shot back. “You were a sore loser, too. Once, you cried when I beat you. Try now, and I’ll make you cry again. Then I’ll show you that I can take care of myself just fine, thank you very much.”As I spoke, my mind instantly wande
OliviaA few days passed, during which the tensions between Nathan and I slowly eased themselves. We didn’t talk about our play-fight in the living room, and I didn’t tell him about Alvin.The morning air was still crisp a few days later when I strolled down the staircase. I had a book in my hand, with plans to go outside with a cup of coffee and read until lunchtime.However, the soft murmur of male voices drifted from the dining room and made me pause in sudden confusion.Nathan was supposed to be at a Council meeting, or so I thought. My curiosity piqued, I ventured in to see what was going on. My eyes quickly settled on the sight of Nathan sitting at the dining room table with two unfamiliar men.Both were broad-shouldered and ridiculously muscular, their powerful forms a testament to their obvious warrior status. Their postures exuded an aura of unshakeable confidence that usually came with years of rigorous training.“Ah, there she is,” Nathan greeted, rising from his seat as I
NathanI hated to admit it — I would never admit it, honestly — but hearing that Olivia had intimate moments with herself, moments in which she… pleasured herself, made me oddly jealous.To a lot of men, hearing something like that would likely just make them aroused. But in a strange, inexplicable way, it made me angry. It made me angry because I wanted to be the one to make her feel good, and I could never be that person.But at the same time, something about hearing that meager confession slip from her lips made my wolf awaken within me. I wanted to hear more. I wanted more details, more visuals… If I could never have her in the flesh, then I at least wanted her in my mind.My wolf was riled up, and my weak grasp on control rapidly slipped away.“So,” I said, breaking the awkward silence between us. “Let’s talk about fantasies, then. Since we’re on the subject, you know.”Olivia, whose face had just been buried embarrassingly in her hands, suddenly jerked her head up. Her cheeks we
OliviaOne day, a restlessness gripped me. I couldn't shake it off.The tension in the house, the lingering awkwardness with Nathan, it all drove me crazy. So, I decided to take a walk, clear my head. I needed to get out of that villa for a little while and get some fresh air and space to myself.Of course, I wasn't allowed to go alone. The escort, Levi, a tall young man with a stony face, was to accompany me. I didn’t have any choice in the matter; not since I had seen that “monster” while walking home from Angela’s party.I let out a soft sigh of relief as I walked out the front door. The spring weather was clear and sunny, and the flowers had fully bloomed on all of the trees and bushes, shrouding the world in pastel pink and yellow. The ocean breeze was cool and calming, and I couldn’t help but smile a bit as I slowly started to make my way down the street.However, something sullied my enjoyment of my morning walk. Levi.He followed at a distance, his gaze never leaving me. It wa
OliviaAs weeks passed, my belly grew.A gentle curve, a tangible evidence of the life growing inside me. I felt the shifts, the changes in my body as our little one grew stronger each day. I couldn't quite believe it, but there it was, undeniable, this new life blooming within me.It wasn’t only my body that had changed. My health was improving.The nausea lessened, and I was eating better. Levi, my escort turned friend, was instrumental in this. We’d go on long walks together, trading stories and laughter. My world had certainly become more colorful and interesting with him in it.Between Angela and Levi, I felt happy in this little town once again, no longer an outsider. I had a few friends, although I wished that my friendship with Nathan could be closer.An uncomfortable energy had formed between us throughout the course of our living together, and there was no denying it. Lately, we hardly felt like friends anymore. It was… confusing.One day, while lazing on the couch, my phone
NathanThere was a twinge in my chest, an unpleasant tightness that was a constant companion these days. Jealousy is a terrible thing, I knew that.I mean, what right did I have to feel jealous? Olivia wasn't mine, not really. But whenever I saw her and Levi, her escort, laughing together, it made my stomach churn. They had become fast friends. Too fast. I didn’t expect that, and the way that he looked at her…I would tell myself over and over again, “She's just a friend, Nathan. Just a friend. You should be happy for her if she finds happiness with someone else."But then there was Ryan.When she told me that her ex was coming back into town and wanted to meet her, something ugly reared its head inside me.My fists clenched at my sides and I had to take a deep breath to keep my cool. I gently reminded her that we had a deal, and that he likely hadn’t changed at all. She seemed to understand.But the next day, it seemed as though my words had gone right in one ear and out the other, b
OliviaThe street lights flickered on as the sky painted itself a deep indigo.I found myself nervously perched at the corner table of a dimly lit Italian restaurant in our old town, our favorite place when we were together.Ryan was late. An empty chair and untouched glass of red wine stared back at me from across the table, echoing the emptiness I was feeling.The nostalgia of this town hit me harder than I expected. Even though it had only been a few months since I moved into my aunt’s villa, it was like I was being pulled back in time as I sat there in the dimly lit restaurant.Back to when Ryan and I were a ‘we.’ Back to when things were simple, and we were happy. For a short period of time.But then again, he had left me waiting. My anger was bubbling up inside of me as Nathan’s last words of warning echoed in my mind. Maybe this was a mistake.Finally, almost forty-five minutes late, he breezed in. Ryan looked the same, yet utterly different.There was a strange emptiness in hi
NathanI idled in the shadows, the glow from the Italian restaurant a few blocks down washing the pavement in a warm hue. My car's interior was dark; the only sound was the occasional hum of traffic passing by.I had parked here intending to watch Olivia meet her ex, Ryan, from a safe distance.I knew it was crazy, maybe a little possessive, but I couldn’t help myself. Something about that meeting, about her carrying that tender little child in her belly while meeting her shitty ex, set a fire in me.I needed to make sure she was safe. I didn’t trust Ryan, and I didn’t trust Olivia not to do something rash.What if he offered for her to go home with him? What if they hooked up and he broke her heart after using her for her body? I had known guys like that in my lifetime; he was certainly one of them. A womanizer.Forty-five minutes in and I was starting to get worried. Why hadn’t Ryan shown up yet? What was taking him so long?Then he arrived. I clenched my jaw as I watched him stride
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.