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James, Olivia's panic was an eye-opener for me. I knew I had to try harder. She deserved better. Seeing her hurt made me realise her happiness was more important than my reputation. She was a gem, not something that should be hidden. I held her for a while and then carried her upstairs so she could sleep. I would not touch her until I had separated myself from Emily completely. Olivia deserved better. "I think you should sleep, Olly," I said, and she looked confused. Her eyes were swollen from the many tears she cried. My grandfather had a way of annoying people and ruffled Olivia in the worst way without knowing it. "I will like to meet your mother tomorrow, Olly. I am serious about this. I need you to hang in there for my sake." I said, laying her down on the bed, and she did not respond. "Are you not going home? Your grandparents are there," She asked me, and I shook my head. "At this point, I am willing and ready to take the risk, Olly. What I am doing is out of respect and n
James. We got ready to go out, and I was giddy. I noticed Olivia was nervous, and I did not know why. I opened the car door for her, and she entered. I sat next to her at the back and pulled her close to me. Taking in her scent, I kissed her neck. "My darling Olivia," I said, and she giggled. "Shouldn't we pick Paul up?" She asked, and I frowned at her. "Why, babe?" I asked, and she smiled. "We can't be seen in public together, James. People will figure it out. It is okay for them to think I am with Paul for now until your father makes the announcement," she said, and I felt knots in my stomach. It shouldn't be this way. My feelings for Olivia were genuine, and I should shout them out to the world. How long will I be able to do this? I pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. "I will make it right, Olivia. I promise, but we won't be going out with Paul. It is okay for people to say I am cheating on Emily. I do not care anymore. My family is in support, and my father wou
James. Chloe pissed me off with that phone call, but I had to keep calm. She had overstepped her boundaries right now, and it was time to reduce her power. She was my sister, but there couldn't be two alphas in Woodclaw Island. She was treating this as an equal partnership. Our brother, Paul, had more power and influence than she did, but he always let me lead, even though he was often the wiser of us two. Chloe had insulted me with the mention of this party. She had crossed all limits. I could understand if she had discussed it with me, but telling me she was inviting me to a party where she would be hosting a foreign alpha was extreme. "What is the matter?" Paul linked me, and I smiled at my brother so I did not spoil the mood for Olivia and her mother. "When would you like to go to Dome, Mrs Stephenson?" I asked Olivia's mother, and she smiled at me. "As soon as the arrangements are ready. It would be great to connect with my people again." She said with excitement, and I smiled
James. Paul and I drove to the office at the base while we tried to calm down. Chloe had overstepped, and I knew it was David's doing. I poured myself a glass of scotch and sat on the couch. Paul was angry. He had never been this pissed before. I needed to cheer him up. "Your dark hair is growing out. Looks a bit brown, but it is growing out. Won't you dye it?" I asked, and he touched his head. "No," he replied. "Planning on cutting it all off and growing out the dark hair," he said, and I laughed. "Then people won't be able to tell us apart," I said, cracking the same joke he made when he came home with blonde hair a year ago. He smiled at me and relaxed a bit. My phone was ringing, and I answered immediately. I did not bother to check the caller's identification. "James," I heard a familiar voice say, and I knew it was my uncle Caleb. "Uncle," I said, looking at Paul, and he widened his eyes. Uncle Caleb rarely called, so this must be serious. "What is this I hear about hosti
Olivia. My mother could not contain her joy after James and Paul left. She kept squealing and squeezing me with hugs. "I always knew you were meant for great things. Being the mistress to the most powerful Alpha in our world is amazing, Olive." She said, and I pulled away. "I am not his mistress. I will be his wife. When his father returns, they will end the engagement to Emily, and we can go public," I said, and her smile dropped. "Please don't get your hopes up, honey. You do not have the education or background to be a luna. Do not request or hope for too much, or your heart will be broken. I love you very much and wish the best for you, but you cannot have your head in the clouds for this one. Even his brother would have just kept you as a mistress until he finds a befitting woman to lead beside him. Women like us remain at the bottom, Olive. Enjoy it while it lasts. Build something, a business and life, so you will not be left empty when he leaves you. His father will return a
James. Paul and I spent the rest of the day in the office planning what to do about Chloe's predicament. If only we could get her to speak about David's abuse, then separating them would be easy, but he seemed to have a hold on her, and I did not know what it was. When Olivia called me, it took a bit for me to adjust my mood, and she sensed it. I just hoped she wouldn't think I was mad at her. I was glad that they were able to catch the pimp. What Kappa Jake told me Oliva requested made me see a bit of my mother in her. Her method was cruel, and I liked it. All she needed was a bit of support to boost her confidence, and even the likes of Emily won't be able to oppress her. I could only see her beautiful red fur wolf when I thought of her. I had never seen anything like it and might never. It was a rare and impossible colour. She was rare. It was time to go home, and Paul and I got up to leave. I wasn't looking forward to tonight. Everything was going to be wrong at dinner: Chloe, un
James. Paul and I went to our wing of the house, and I decided to check on Olivia. She was around. I could smell her in the hallway. "Alpha, Emily tried to wait in your room, but I sent her to a separate room," Uncle Bart told me, and I cringed. I wished I could send Chloe and her entourage to the right wing. It would make my life easier. I knew tonight would be tough. I needed some sanity to get through it. I had to be bold about it. So I went to my room to get the clothes I planned on wearing for dinner, and went to Olivia's room. I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Just then, Uncle Bart walked past me. "Glad you are kicking that one to the curb. She reminds me of someone I choose not to speak of. Your secret is safe with me," he said, and I was proud. My parents love him and always confided in him. I could see why. Uncle Bart was loyal. I could say the same for Uncle Norman, but I preferred Bart because he served the wing of my house. I smiled at him, and he remained o
James.We were silent for a bit. We couldn't eat the dessert, and I felt sorry for Emma because she did not deserve the dishonour. This was Chloe's fault. I hoped Emma would not hate her for this."This is fucked up," Tristan said, and I looked at my brother. He was the calmest of all of us, but he seemed mad."It is unfair to demote Emma because of Chloe's stupidity. It is Chloe's fault that she can not put her husband in check and allows him to overstep. Why should Emma pay for this? Her husband is a great guy, and they do not cause this family any issues. David should know his place, and I think Paul should take over Eastwood in the meantime," he said, and Chloe screamed."Shut up!" Uncle Caleb told her."I agree that Emma should not be stripped of the Alpha Title. She has done nothing wrong. This is Chloe's mess," I said, agreeing with my brother, "but it is okay; she should continue to take care of Eastwood and Neev as long as she puts her family in check and does not overstep her
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