Olivia. James left me breathing heavily. I could not believe what we had just done. His kisses were sweet, and his touch was enthralling. In those moments we kissed, nothing mattered. I wrapped my legs around him; I wasn't thinking straight. I knew it was wrong because he was with someone else, but I could not help it; I wanted him and believed he wanted me, too. I was glad he came to his senses and found the will to stop because I wouldn't have stopped him. My hormones were raging; there was no way I would have had the will to stop him. He was already engaged to someone else, which meant he was taken. What we did was wrong, but I doubted if I would be able to stop myself next time. I closed my eyes and lay on the bed, trying to calm myself down. I decided to touch myself to calm down. It was the only option I had. I had a clear image of him in my head while I touched myself. I imagined he had gone all the way with me. I kept at it until I came and my body was relaxed. I cried after
Olivia. I had never been to the breakfast lounge before. This would be my first time there, and I was nervous. I wore a short orange cotton dress and packed my hair in a ponytail. I was anxious to the point of almost biting my nails. I doubted I would be able to keep anything down. I dreaded meeting everyone, including James, because I was pining for him in the worst way possible. He was like that forbidden fruit that I wanted to bite. When I arrived there, I was scared; Emily sat next to James, Chloe was with her husband, and a seat was reserved for me next to Paul. Paul smiled at me, and I nodded. I went to sit next to him. "Good Morning, Alpha James, Alpha Chloe, Beta Paul," I said and did not know how to address Emily and David because I did not know their titles or last names. They weren't my friends, so I could not address them by their first names. "Are you being selective?" Chloe replied, and I shook my head immediately. I did not want to offend anyone. I was a guest in the
James Sitting at the breakfast table with Emily by my side made me cringe. I knew I had hurt Olivia. I could not look at her in the dance room when my mother asked who she was. I pushed it to Paul, and I knew she was hurt. I felt it. But I also knew it was best to leave things like this. We had no future together. I was ashamed when she explained to my parents how she ended up in the park. I was the one that told Chloe how we met her, and she had told Emily and David. I wasn't comfortable seeing Paul attend to her. I thought he told me he had no feelings for her, then why was he holding her hand, comforting her, defending her and serving her food? Were they screwing? Did she go to Paul after I walked away from her room that night? I did not want to have issues with my brother, so I decided I would ask him when we were alone. "I need to get joggers," Olivia said to Paul without looking at me. "It is okay. I will wait," Paul replied gently, and she thanked him and walked away. Why wa
Olivia. I knew I needed to leave the mansion. James was stuck with Emily. I knew I would end up getting hurt if I remained. My time in that house was also limited; the quicker I distanced myself from them, the faster I would be able to stabilise my life. Besides, I did not want any more hostility from Emily. I was sure she knew of the kiss, which was why she was extra mean. It was hard admitting my family background to James' parents. It was shameful, and I doubted they would want their son involved with a daughter of a pimp and prostitute. My family background wasn't good, but I did not care. I was proud of myself, and no one or nothing could take it away from me. When James tried to speak to me during my walk with Paul, I thought there was hope. His eyes showed longing but asking me to be his friend had sealed my fate, and I was over it. I really liked James, which meant a lot to me because he was the first guy I fell for, but how he behaved after the kiss broke my heart. He had a
BEFORE THE INCIDENT AT THE CLUB James. I tried to tell my mother about my decision to end my engagement, but unfortunately for me, my parents decided to go on a spontaneous trip to Santa Braee. I doubted they would be back anytime soon, and telling them my decision over the phone would be rude. The only normal thing to do was to announce the breakup to the entire island, but I did not want my parents to hear about it on the news, so I decided to give it time. Olivia said she would be with us until she took her exams; I believed everything would be resolved before then. I noticed she had been avoiding me, and I did not know why. Paul said he rarely saw her, and I believed she was doing all she could to remain invisible in the Moon mansion. I expected that much after all that transpired between us. I was torn. " Hey," Paul said, entering my office. He had spent a week in Eastwood with Chloe and was beaming. Sometimes I believed he preferred her to me. "How is the troublemaker?" I as
Olivia. I was still in shock by James' words. His eyes were misty, and I knew he expected me to return the kiss like the first time, but I could not be a fool twice. "Take us to the holiday house," he told the driver, and I frowned at him. "I can't afford to lose my job," I protested. "Don't push it, Olivia," he said to me, sounding mad. "I have done nothing wrong." I protested, and he gently intertwined his fingers with mine. His eyes were misty, flickering between his wolf and his. "Please, Olivia. I am begging you to be quiet. When we get to the house, we can talk. Please," he said, and his actions shocked me. I could not believe my eyes. He had tears in his eyes. I thought he wanted to be just friends, yet he could not stand me dancing. I tried to calm myself down, then took my hand from his and buttoned the shirt I had on. It was big and covered my body well. "Thank you," he whispered, and I did not bother to say anything. I could not believe the nerve he had. He avoids me
Olivia. I saw a completely different side to James during our late dinner. He was relaxed and cracked a lot of jokes. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his chest, and I could not believe I had this much effect on him. It was amazing to see. "I want us to spend a few days here, Olly. You can go to the club from here, but you only dance for me." He said with a wink, and I smiled at him. "I will ask Paul to join us so you can be more comfortable. Is that okay?" he asked, and I nodded. I missed hanging out with Paul and was glad it would be possible. He put down his fork and looked at me with a serious expression. "I am sorry I called you a prostitute and told my sister you were a prostitute. I hope you can forgive my blunder." He said, and I knew he was sorry. His remorseful eyes said it all, and I nodded. We went up the stairs, and James insisted we watch a movie. I fell asleep halfway through it. I woke up on an empty bed with a note on a pillow. "My darling Olly, I had to
James, Olivia's scent filled my senses, and I adjusted myself on the couch. I could not believe I was doing this. I did not know if she was okay with this, but I would rather she was dancing for me than have all the men ogling her on stage. "Lock the door," I said and heard her inhale. I could tell she was nervous. I relaxed on the chair to watch her. Lin had insisted on using dim lights because Olivia wasn't bold yet. It was cute. She slowly walked to where I was in the sexiest outfit ever. I could see her red lace lingerie under her robe. She did not tie the robe, which gave the desired effect, my cock was already hard, but I tried to ignore it. The music started, and she began to move. Olivia was a seductress, and I loved it; I was excited and leaned forward to watch her. She moved to the beat. She started with the body roll, moving effortlessly. I increased the light with the lamp remote control in my hand, but she did not notice. Like my father, I had excellent night vision but
James The battle was fully on. I could not shake off what Caspian had said about attacking the mansion, but I trusted Tristan and Lyle to handle it. We just had to keep going until the end. Paul and I tag-teamed Caspian's people, and with it was a full-blown battle. Soon his people began to back out. It appeared they were not expecting to fight. I could understand them to be that way since Caspian had held on to the Woodclaw through blackmail and fear, but it all did not seem to work. I advanced toward Caspian when suddenly, people from the sea began to shoot at us. The bullets met their mark. "It's lead," Someone linked me, and I got angry. I was grateful it wasn't silver but pissed off because we had almost won. I looked at Caspian, and he began to laugh. I wondered who would come to his aid. I now understood why they had lined up at the port for the battle. They were waiting for help. Some of our men began to shoot at the attackers blindly, but that did not stop them from
James. We had overstayed with Olivia, and I knew we would be the last to arrive at the base. Looking at Paul, I knew it was worth it because he was happier than he had been. I had always known he liked Olivia. I suspected it, and that was why I asked him. I respected his kindness because he stepped back because of me. If only he knew he did not need to. I would have been open to sharing her. I preferred we had the same mate than another woman to come between Paul and me. I also knew Paul deserved the kind of happiness I had. Seeing him look at Olivia longingly several times hinted to me about the state of his heart. Now that that was out of the way, we could continue with our lives and the thought that we would be close for the rest of our lives made me feel giddy. "Thank you, James," Paul said while driving, and I laughed. "Dude, you need to learn to speak up more often instead of dying inside. Here we were, trying to find someone, trying to pair you up while your heart longed
Olivia. I showered and left the office to go to the right wing. I came across Tristan in the hallway, and he looked nervous. I couldn't blame him. It was taking a lot for me to remain calm. Our loved ones had gone to war, and no matter their determination to return, it was still up to the war's outcome. I smiled at him, and he nodded. "I will be at your disposal, Luna Olivia," Tristan said, and I shook my head. "Please call me Olivia," I said, and he nodded. "Olly," I heard Grandma Stacy in my head, and I knew she wanted to see me. I hadn't seen my mother since she returned, but I had to go and see what Grandma Stacy wanted. I looked in the direction of my mother's room and decided I would come back up after seeing Stacy. "Yes," I replied. "Glad you are home; meet me in the lounge where we can observe the war," She said, sounding nervous, and I looked at Tristan. "Do you want to hang out with us in the lounge? I know it isn't fun for you, and the time might not..." I said, and
Olivia James returned in thirty minutes. Paul and I watched a movie with me leaning in his arms on the couch. We made out, but we never went all the way. Paul looked at James, and I knew they were communicating mentally. "So they have left?" I asked James, and he nodded. I remained with Paul, and then James sat beside me, placing me between Paul and James. "How long do you think the war will take?" I asked them, and James placed his hand on my bare thigh and squeezed gently. Then he placed his hand on my lower belly. "Not too long, I hope," he said, letting me know they were uncertain. Then he lifted my hand and kissed it. "We expect you to hold strong here, Olivia. Due to things, Tristan and Lyle will remain to handle and protect Woodclaw. Although the people would be underground, you would be at the mansion. Some guards will go to the mansion from the base to protect you and the rest of our family. Can you lead in our stead?" James said, and I looked at him and then looke
Olivia I could not believe what had just happened with Paul. I never knew Paul had such feelings for me. It seemed a bit off, but hearing James mention it in detail made me realise it. It felt a bit off that James would propose something like that. If I had to have two mates, I would rather have Paul. He was perfect, sweet and sensitive, and I can never forget that he was the one that took me home and stood up for me. He was the one that was there, defending me and making sure no one hurt me. He was there before James and continued to be there. Had I known how he had felt, I would have kept myself open to it. Seeing James's seriousness, he clearly wanted this to work out. I wondered how long he had thought of it. Hearing him explain his reasons and give time stamps were amazing. I felt awkward and sad that I did not see love in front of me. The only difference between Paul and James was that James was bold enough to act on his emotions, which made me reciprocate his love. I
Paul.James and I left the base to head home. While he was going home to Olivia, I had no one. I did not know how solitary my life was until now. I believed my birth mother's condition added to my fear, but I wasn't ready. Olivia was a lovely option when I met her, but when I realised James had strong feelings for her, I had to do what was noble. Ever since my heart was broken, I have found it hard to open up, and now I realise the danger of my lifestyle. If I died at war, I would be leaving nothing behind. No love, no legacy, no one to continue me. I would be erased. James had Olivia and their unborn child, Emma had her children, and if things had gone well between Chloe and David, she would have had children, but I never made that effort.Since I learned Luna Tia wasn't my biological mother, my world had shattered. I met Elisabeth, and I could not believe that I would come from her, and after learning all she did and hearing her speak, I wondered how Luna Tia would love me thro
James.I let a day pass waiting for Caspian's response, but it never came, so I sprang into action. His silence wasn't a sign of fear; he was getting prepared. Paul and I headed to the base to get our troops ready. Olivia was nervous, I could see it, but she understood it was long overdue. All we had done since that bastard took over our island was buy time for the inevitable, and this was it. The war was finally upon us. I could only hope we would win. My people did not know I had a new fire, and it was best that way. I wanted them to give their best on the battlefield. While we drove through town, I found the incredible support Paul and I were getting. They were cheering us on with supportive words on their cards. I was overwhelmed by the number of turnouts, even though they believed my mark was no longer active. Some cards read:"You do not need fire to lead us, Alpha; we will follow you to the very end.""We are not afraid of being feral, but we won't bow to a foreign alpha,"
James. Oliva held me on the floor. I could not contain my wolf. I felt a shift coming. I growled and roared, and she hugged me. "You need to calm down, James. Your mark is burning, and you are making me nervous." She said, and I could hear a light sob. "He isn't here with us. It's just me and you, James, please," she said, kissing my neck, then hugged me. "You need to calm down, darling. You need to be calm so we can respond," She said, cupping my face and looking into my eyes. Her eyes were teary. They were filled with tears, but they were hopeful too. Hopeful that I would listen. Hopeful that I would calm down. "Olly," I managed and buried my head on her bosom. She hugged me gently and patted my head. "It's okay," she whispered, and I wrapped my arms around her. She was mine; she had always been mine. How could he say she belonged to him? How dare he? I held on to her, and she let me. I needed to claim and own her again. I wanted to feel her, so I laid her down on the floo
James. The road trip was fun and fulfilling. Things didn't happen as we had hoped, but we were glad to be alive. "You need to change your pep talk, mom. You and Uncle Caleb got me in knots," I said, and everyone laughed, especially my father. "You needed to see them when they were in school. The three of them, Caleb, Kirk and Tia, were inseparable and haven't left their military ways," my father said, and my mother smacked his hand. Watching their love grow, never changing, never fading, ever increasing in intensity, honesty, and reverence for each other was amazing. They genuinely loved each other. I hoped Olivia and I could have that. I felt we were on the right path. We arrived at the base, and I was too eager to see my mate that I left everything to Paul, but Paul declined and told me he wanted to check on Amanda. I suspected something was up between them; maybe her near-death experience had brought things into focus for him. I did not want to jump to conclusions, but I hope