Hopefully, the energy will pick up. I will keep updating until then.
Olivia. James let himself into my room and snuggled into bed with me. I did not know I was tensed until I felt his hands around my waist. I was scared that he and Emily would make up. I was honestly scared. So scared that I started crying. I had to hold still so he did not see my tears. "Olly," He said, urging me to turn towards him, but I was afraid of facing him. I did not want him to see the tears in my eyes. "Olly," he said, and I gradually turned. He looked at me with surprise and sat up immediately. "Did anyone say anything to you?" He asked me, and I sat up and shook my head. I knew my eyes were swollen, and that was why I did not want to face him. "Tell me the truth, Olivia," He said, and I knew he was angry, so I decided to confess my shame. "I was afraid, James. I cry when I am afraid," I confessed, and he frowned at me. His eyes showed that he was wondering why I would be afraid. "Everyone left you with Emily, so I thought you guys would be making up," I confessed, an
Olivia I slipped into the black dress I got for the event and took time to wear my makeup. James went ahead of me to the event, so he would be seeing me in the dress at the party. I had never been to such a high-profile event before, which made me a bit nervous. I did not let my hair down to show my slender neck. It was bare. I had gotten golden earrings from our shopping, and I planned on wearing them. I left the closet and went to the dresser. There I found a note from James with a jewellery box. "Only the best for my Luna. Please do me the honour of wearing this to the event," it read, and I squealed. I was also nervous. I opened the box, and it was chandelier diamond earrings. It was exquisite. I did not need to wear anything on my neck. It was all the jewellery I would need, and from the look of it, I knew it was very expensive. I wished he was with me. I wore them and fought happy tears. Never did I ever imagine that I would wear real diamonds. It was a huge gesture, and I hope
James. I knew it was wrong to lose my cool the way I did, but Caspian crossed all boundaries with Olivia. I could see the discomfort from the way they moved. I did not like what he was doing, so I approached them. It was a big mistake, and now everyone was murmuring about it. Olivia seemed a bit uncomfortable, and that wasn't my intention. I could not wait to end the pretence. While we danced, I wanted to hold her to my chest in the presence of everyone, but I dared not. I looked at her where she sat with Paul; my brothers and cousins were making her happy. I noticed Paul had his eyes on a brunette at the party, but did not approach her because of Olivia. His love and devotion towards us were incredible. Chloe went to scold Olivia, and I felt it was unfair because it wasn't her fault that I lost my cool. From the look on Olivia's face, she wasn't going to dance again. Chloe walked up to me after talking to Olivia, and I composed myself. "What was that about, James?" She asked, an
James. We arrived at diamond corp and proceeded to the mansion from there. Chloe did not speak to me throughout the trip. I held Olivia throughout to assure her she had nothing to worry about. When we arrived home, Chloe was the first to alight the car. Paul, Olivia and I disembarked after her. The driver took Emma to the base so she could return to Dome with the military aid she had requested. I would miss Emma, and from the look in Olivia's eyes, she would miss her too. I was surprised that Emma wasn't her bossy self throughout her visit. Olivia and I returned to our wing of the house. I had a surprise for her, hoping she would like it. When we got to the corridor, she moved toward her room, and I stopped her. "What?" She asked me with a broad grin. Paul walked past us and went to his room. I watched him move away from us and bowed my head to giggle. My brother knew what I was up to. "You don't sleep there anymore," I told Olivia, and she frowned at me. "I had them move your st
James Chloe's denial got to me, but there was nothing I could do about it. I also knew Uncle Caleb wouldn't get involved because Chloe was an adult. I looked at my sister on the couch she sat on and remembered when our mother sat there, heavily pregnant with Tristan. The image reminded me of a question that troubled my heart, and I opened my mouth to speak. "Why don't you have children, Chloe?" I asked her, and she had a tinge of sadness in her eyes. "I need you to be honest with me. I won't judge. I am your brother, and you know I care about you. I promise I won't judge." I said, pleading with her to open up. "I am ready, but David isn't." She said, and I was relieved by her explanation. I was worried that she could not conceive. If that was the issue, then it was okay. "Please spend some time with us before you return to Eastwood," I pleaded, and she smiled at me. "You have that girl; you do not need company. I will be going home tomorrow. I can't leave David alone in Eastwood
James Olivia did not return to the room until late in the night. I wondered where she was because she had on her pyjamas. She avoided looking at me and came to lay next to me. It was unlike her not to snuggle close. "Hey," I said, and she did not look at me. I figured something was bothering her, so I sat up in bed to find out what the matter was. "Are you alright?" I asked her, and she nodded, but I knew she wasn't. "I linked you twice, and you ignored me, Olly. Is everything okay? Did anything happen with your mother?" I asked her, and she shook her head. "Where were you?" I asked her, and she looked at me. "I went to the lake in the estate," She said, and I saw her puffy eyes. "Why are you crying," I asked her, and she turned away from me. I didn't want her to sleep like this, so I touched her shoulder, and she turned to look at me. "What is the matter?" I asked, and she sighed. "I do not want to get my hopes up, James," she said, and I frowned at her. "Why will you say t
James. We sat in the office, wondering what our next move would be. We had nothing to work with and nowhere to start. "We need to tell Uncle Caleb," I told Paul, and he looked at me worried. We both felt ashamed that this magnitude of attack happened right under our noses. "They trusted us with the island," he said, voicing my worries, and I nodded. "We need all the help we can get on this, Paul. Uncle Caleb is the best investigator I know." I told him, and he nodded. "My father, too," William said, and I agreed. "Let's go home," I told my brother, and he stood up. I told William and Dwayne to start the investigation while Paul and I left for the mansion to break the news to uncle Caleb. I was sure Emma had told her father, but we needed to report to him officially. While Paul drove, I thought of something important. "You know what this means, right?" I told my brother, and he nodded. "How can we fight a war without ammunition? Whoever we are up against decided to cripple
James Paul and I sat in the home office at the mansion to coordinate things. Lyle still needs to solve the signal jammers, but William has sent the troops to Augustine to get the weapons. We did not know how long it would take because we were purchasing from a black market, so there won't be paper trails linking to us. The weapons would be more expensive that way, but our enemies would not know of it. I wondered what Olivia was doing at the holiday house. With the network gone, there was a possibility she would panic. I doubt she would know to come to the mansion. It was late in the afternoon, and Paul and I were still handling matters when Uncle Caleb walked in. "Update," he said and sat on the couch. He was very calm, and I knew it was because he had the experience, but I doubted what they faced with Regan was of this magnitude. Our entire island was in jeopardy, and the enemies had yet to reach out to us. The television was permanently on WCTV, so we could listen to thei
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