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
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
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. "Ready the troops so we can advance," I told Dwayne, my delta. My brother, Paul, was still yet to arrive at the base. We have had peace for a while now until Alpha Caspian of Geneva decided that he wanted to monopolise the trade of bitumen. Our father warned us never to underestimate a foe, but Paul and I did not think he could do much. The only reason the bastard had attacked Eastwood and put it under his control was that he had help from somewhere. My sister Chloe was locked up, and it was unfortunate that she could work against Paul and me. I never mistreated her, and I gave her the respect she was due. Father wanted to give her the position, but my mark began to burn, and the rest was history. She was excellent at being the Alpha of Eastwood. It held most of our resources and shipping companies. I still wondered what had changed that made her work against me. I sat on a chair in the base and bowed my head. How could my world crumble fast? This was where I needed my mothe
Few Months Ago. Olivia. Woodclaw Island was the land of opportunities, and I had come to seek greener pastures. Although my parents were from the Island, I grew up in Geneva, a small Island close to Santa Braee. My parents were from Dome, Woodclaw, but business had taken them to Geneva. My mother was a prostitute, and my father was a pimp that had fallen on hard times. They didn't have much to their name, but they seemed content with their lives. I wasn't. I wanted something better, and I knew hanging around would only land me in the same trade as my mother. When I turned eighteen, I decided to leave to carve a better future for myself. It was a struggle, especially when my mother wanted me to join her trade. Yes, she was sick like that, and so was my father. I had stolen her money and ran away. I thought of going to Santa Braee, but I knew my father had a network there and could easily catch me. Woodclaw was a different ball game, and I couldn't wait to see what it had in store for
James. Leaving the Park, Paul entered the car, and I saw the girl we rescued from her pimp open the back door to get in. "What the fuck, Paul," I linked my brother, and he started laughing. "Relax, James. Besides, it will be wrong to leave her out here alone. We just drove away her pimp." He linked me back, and I was mad. Why did he always have to make decisions for both of us? He didn't even bother to ask me how I would feel about it. "She is a prostitute, Paul. They are troublesome most of the time." I linked him, drawing his attention to the problem. I believe her innocent face had fooled him, but I was on guard. "She is my problem and not yours," he linked me, and I sighed. "Where do you want to put her, Paul? In our wing?" I asked him, and he was silent, which meant that was precisely what he wanted to do. "Come on, she isn't our problem," I told him, and he shook his head. "Remember grandma Stacy's story?" He asked me, and I couldn't believe he wanted to spring that shit
Olivia, The beta was nice to me, and it was clear the Alpha did not want me in their home. I sat by the lake and ate what was left of my sandwich. After I finished eating it. I decide to go out of the estate to look for a job. I was grateful for what Beta Paul was doing, but I knew it was temporary. I needed to find a job and move out quickly. I shouldn't spend more than that week in that place, or I might get in trouble with Alpha James, and the man did not seem like he would go easy on me if that happened. I finished the sandwich and took the tray into the mansion. I did not know the way to the kitchen, but one of the workers was kind to take the tray and glass from me. I searched for Beta Paul to see if he could give me a recommendation for the army. After searching for him, I learned he was at the Gazebo with the Alpha. I dreaded seeing him, but I doubted they would be here for long, so I decided to go and see him at the Gazebo. "Beta Paul," I said, and he looked at me. "Olivia
James. I asked the staff to keep an eye on Olivia. Blake, the head of security at the mansion, reported that she had been leaving early and returning home in the early morning hours. I did not need to guess what she had been up to. According to Blake, the behaviour had been constant for a week now. I decided I needed to tell Paul what was going on. I knew he would be heartbroken, but I wanted him to understand that he could not change a fast girl. The quicker he knows, the easier it will be to send her back to Geneva. I understood his sentiments, but Olivia was a waste of time. I knocked on Paul's room and sensed he was with someone. I was about to walk away when Tristan, our youngest brother, opened the door. He smiled at me, and I wondered why he wasn't at the office. "What are you doing at home?" I asked him, and he smiled. "Been busy all week. Wanted to hang with Paul and you a bit, but unfortunately, duty calls and I have to leave for the office now. Maybe some other time," he