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
James. Oliva brought my order and Paul's order first because it was the quickest. We requested beers while the others requested cocktails. "Please bear with the bartendender. Your drinks will soon be ready," Olivia said with a professional smile and bent to open my beer. My eyes travelled to her cleavage, and in those brief moments, we both reached to hold the bottle so she could open it. My hand was over hers, and she looked at me. I let my hand linger a bit, making her uneasy before I pulled it away. I did not know what was happening to me, but I was giddy. She opened my drink and opened Paul's drink. "You are here to serve the drinks, not seduce men," Emily cautioned her, and Olivia bowed her head. I bet she wouldn't have behaved the same if her job did not depend on it. The Olivia I knew wasn't a pushover. "I am sorry you feel that way. That was not my intention at all." Olivia said, and Emily hissed at her. "You can flirt with your friend, but if you look at my man again, I
Olivia. James still referred to me as a prostitute, and I hated it. When was the guy going to listen? For a second, I thought we had connected. He stood up for me at the club and protected me from his sister and girlfriend, earning my respect. Being in the mansion felt awkward, and when he kindly asked me to hang out with him and his brother, I felt joy and thought we could be friends. I would be lying if I said I wasn't attracted to him, but every girl always crushed on someone she could never have, and James was that person. Powerful and handsome but out of my league. It was a privilege to know him. In my wildest dreams, I would have never imagined encountering the Alpha and beta of Woodclaw, and they would give me shelter. I thought we had moved past the prostitute thing until I heard him repeat it when I went to return his earphones. I was hurt. I felt humiliated, but I held my tears. It was clear he would never believe me. For a second, I had second-guessed dancing at the club.
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