Olive’s POV As I regained consciousness, I found myself in a room engulfed in a captivating aroma that left me feeling lightheaded. Surprisingly, I couldn't muster any dislike towards it. The ceiling and the decorations above appeared unfamiliar to me, yet my body was inexplicably drawn to them. I blinked my eyes slowly, attempting to shake off the remnants of deep sleep when I heard a voice urgently calling out my name. "Olive! Olive! Can you hear me? Hey!" What an obnoxiously loud voice, I thought to myself, feeling a tinge of irritation. Letting out a sigh, I shifted my gaze towards the man who had approached my bedside. He was undeniably attractive, but his presence somehow managed to annoy me. However, this dislike didn't stem from the depths of my heart. “Are you feeling alright?” he asked. He raised his hand and displayed two fingers. “How many fingers do I have?” Two. The answer was so easy that I didn’t bother answering the question out loud. Instead, I faced him d
Olive’s POV "Please, Aaron, let me go!" I pleaded desperately as he forcefully pulled me along, ignoring my pleas and refusing to meet my gaze. With unwavering determination, he continued to lead me toward an unknown destination that existed solely within his own mind. I reluctantly followed him, feeling utterly helpless against his strength as a formidable Lycan. My eyes fixated on the hand that tightly grasped my wrist despite his anger at my attempted escape. Surprisingly, his grip was surprisingly gentle, as if he was doing his utmost to avoid causing me harm. This contradiction left me utterly bewildered. As Aaron and I passed by the maids, they wisely chose not to impede our path, fully aware of the futility of intervening. Eventually, we arrived at a small, dimly lit room shrouded in darkness. Upon entering the room, an inexplicable sensation of unease washed over me, causing my heart to race. Aaron guided me to the center of the dimly lit space, where a faint moonlight se
Olive’s POV His had slipped up to grip the back of my neck. My eyes flew open as Aaron kissed me! As our lips made contact, I shuddered. The moment I thought about drawing back, Aaron pounced. “Hmm!” I struck his chest, but Aaron only pressed further, stroking his tongue into my mouth. His tongue slid over my teeth, caressing my palate so skillfully that it felt as if he had kissed me a thousand times before. It kindled a strange warmth in my lower belly. ‘A warmth etched from deep within. And I felt no revulsion at this man’s touch.’ Was it really all because of the bond we shared as each other’s mates? “Ahh….Aaron…” I let out a soft moan, my voice filled with desire, as Aaron’s arms enveloped me against the wall. Without a moment to protest, he pressed his lips against mine in a deep, passionate kiss. His hand firmly held my waist while the other gently cradled the back of my neck. The intensity of the moment sent waves of heat coursing through my body. I could feel the fl
Olive’s POV After Aaron left me in that dark room, I was escorted by the head maid of the castle, Janella, to a different room. This new room was a stark contrast to the previous one. It was spacious, cozy, and aesthetically pleasing. As I took in my surroundings, I noticed a faint scent that was familiar to me. It was as if I had lived in this room before. Questions flooded my mind. Had I stayed here in the past? Why was I being given such a beautiful room when I was Aaron's prisoner? Could it be that he had allowed me to use it after discovering that I was his mate? As I pondered these thoughts, the head maid called out my name, "Luna Olive." The sound of my new name caused me to frown. I was still not accustomed to being called Luna. Even so, I replied to her, “What is it?” “I have prepared the bathtub with warm water. You can take a bath now,” Janella said. As she observed me from head to toe, it dawned on me that I probably smelled due to the encounter with the rogues who
Olive’s POV I woke up the following day, and I found myself still in the castle of Lycan’s Aaron. ‘So, it wasn’t a dream.’ It was not a dream when I met him outside the cabin when I encountered three rogues and when he brought me here to his castle. “They weren’t nightmares,” I mumbled, sitting up. Chirp. Chirp. My attention was caught by the sweet melodies of birds. I looked out the window and saw the beautiful sight of the blue sky. This room has an amazing view. “And I stayed in this room in the past?” I asked myself. It was annoying that I always saw evidence that Aaron wasn’t bad to me in the past. “Haa. It is difficult to force yourself to hate someone rather than force yourself to love someone.” Brrr… Hah. I laughed. I couldn’t believe my stomach growled at the time I was in deep thought. “Well, I tired myself last night because I kept on running. That’s why I am so hungry right now.” Should I go out and ask a maid if there’s any food to eat? Just wh
Asmund’s POV Seated at the dining table, my gaze fixated on Olive, who sat directly across from me. A surge of joy washed over me as I beheld her safe and sound despite her inability to recollect our shared experiences. Although she had lost her memories, I thought, ‘Well, we could just create new ones together. “Olive,” I beckoned. Pausing mid-bite, Olive turned her attention towards me. “How has your time here been?” I inquired. “Have any fragments of your memories resurfaced?” She lowered her head and responded, “No. Nothing came back. I still can’t remember anything.” Upon hearing her answer, I couldn’t help but heave a sigh. I had expected that being in my brother’s castle would trigger at least a slight memory for her. However, it seemed that she couldn’t recall anything at all. Despite this disappointment, I felt relieved that Olive seemed to have calmed down. Initially, she had been in a state of panic and had even expressed a desire to escape from this place. But now,
Aaron’s POV An hour prior to Griffin's arrival at my castle, Beta Jasfer entered my office to deliver some news about the cabin where I had discovered my wife. "Lycan Aaron," Jasfer called out. Turning away from the window, I faced him and listened attentively. "We thoroughly examined the cabin that you stumbled upon in the middle of the forest. However, upon our arrival, we found the cabin already engulfed in a massive fire. It was evident that this was no natural disaster, as the strong smell of gasoline permeated the air. Someone intentionally set the cabin ablaze," he explained, his voice filled with frustration. He then lowered his head and continued, "Due to the extensive damage caused by the fire, it has become nearly impossible for us to gather any information about the person who had kept Luna Olive captive in such an isolated location." Which means, the person who held my wife captive in that cabin was a smart person. Their first course of action was to set the cabin ab
Olive’s POV The moment Griffin stepped inside the dining room, I instantly knew what I had to do. ‘I must ensure his safety.’ Aaron probably summoned him to uncover the person who had taken me away from him and brought me into the cabin. If Aaron discovers that it was Griffin, he would not hesitate to end Griffin’s life. Therefore, in order to protect Griffin, I must pretend that I am unaware of his presence. When Griffin glanced at me, I quickly averted my gaze, pretending to be oblivious to his existence, even though deep down, I longed to rush into his arms and plead for him to rescue me from this place. But I have to deceive the powerful Lycan Aaron, so I exerted all efforts to appear composed and indifferent. I kept praying that he wouldn't perceive the thunderous pounding of my heart. I managed to act as if I really didn’t know who Griffin was. And then Griffin hugged me tightly. While hugging me, he placed his lips near my ear and whispered, [“Don’t worry, Olive. I