Olive’s POV Inside the narrow dressing room, I stood before the mirror and looked at myself. The dim lighting cast a soft sheen over the small space, haloing my figure as I stood there in nothing but my undergarments. My fingers twitched and shook, unable to find a steady on the white dress that hung on the hanger. Clenching my jaw, I grabbed the pristine fabric and placed it near my body. ‘It was the same dress that Vera had worn on the day she died.’ Just the thought of it gave a raw spindle in my stomach. “He only wanted me to relive the guilt by wearing this dress. Let’s get over it for once and show him,” I told myself, clenching my jaw. I slipped into the dress; its silky fabric caressed my skin with a gentle glide. Once I had fastened the zipper, I took a moment to gaze at my reflection. “It was really pretty,” I murmured. However, despite its luxurious texture and beautiful lines, I found no solace in its embrace. After a brief moment, I emerged from the dressing room
Aaron’s POV b As my mind began to fade and my primal urges took over, I recollect entering the cramped dressing room and assisting my captive, freeing her hair from the zipper.My senses were heightened, my body ablaze with desire. The sight of her exposed neck and supple back, coupled with the intoxicating aroma of her scent, proved too much to resist. Acting on pure instinct, I seized her hands and pressed her against the wall, her reflection staring back at us from the mirror.As my manh**d grew firm, I pressed it against her tender flesh. I was eager to claim her as my own, but just as I was about to do so, her voice pierced through my lustful haze, causing me to halt.“Lycan Aaron! Stop it!”Her words jolted me back to reality, and I became aware that I was roughly lifting the hem of her dress. I couldn't believe my own recklessness! This was the second time I had succumbed to my desires and nearly acted upon them with my captive.I am a Lycan.Lycan possesses an unparalleled le
Olive’s POV I didn’t know why a proud and prideful Lycan Aaron asked me to play a guessing game like this. But subconsciously, I was having fun. Despite my lack of artistic talent, Aaron seemed to guess each of my poorly drawn creations effortlessly. It was almost as if he truly was the genius he claimed to be. Struggling to come up with my next drawing, my eyes wandered up towards the sky. There, soaring high above us was a sleek and powerful jet plane. Without hesitation, I began to sketch the impressive aircraft, my fingers deftly moving across the screen of Aaron's phone as I brought the image to life. Finally, with a sense of satisfaction, I presented my latest creation to Aaron. "Lycan Aaron, can you guess what this is?" Aaron studied the drawing intently. Then suddenly, a frown formed between his brows, and he said, “Are you crazy? Why are you drawing a man’s d*ck?” A man’s what? D*ck? I looked at my drawing again. I felt my face turn hot like a fireball. “No!” I freake
Olive’s POV Dr. Griffin entered my room through the window. As a woman, I couldn't help but feel a bit skeptical about him entering my room without asking for my permission. However, unlike the arrogant Asmund, Griffin was smart and gentle, and I trusted that he had a good reason for being there. I took a deep breath and turned to face him, sliding the curtain closed and shutting the window behind me. "Dr. Griffin, why did you come in through the window? And what brings you here?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Dr. Griffin, who wasn't wearing his usual doctor's gown, walked closer to me. The scent of the forest clung to him, and I couldn't help but feel slightly drawn to him. I looked up at his handsome face, feeling a flutter in my chest. “Why are you here?” I repeated the question. However, instead of answering me, Griffin responded with another question. “What happened to your finger?” I looked down and noticed that my finger was still bleeding. It was the finger
Griffin’s POV I returned to my clinic’s room inside Aaron’s castle after visiting Olive’s room. It was only when I was finally alone that I allowed my true emotions to surface. The murderous aura that had been simmering beneath the surface of my composed exterior was now on full display. Olive had confided in me, revealing that she was not the one responsible for Vera’s death. Instead, she had taken the blame upon herself in order to protect her foolish boyfriend and the Star Moon Pack. The injustice of it all made my blood boil with anger. My hands trembled uncontrollably, and the veins on my neck pulsed with the intensity of my fury. All I could think about was seeking revenge against Vincent and the Star Moon Pack. How could he ask Olive to take the blame for something she didn't do? If he truly loved her, he would never have put her in such a position. My claws sharpened as I muttered these thoughts to myself, my eyes glowing fiercely in the darkness of the night. A doctor l
Asmund’s POV The blame lay solely on the doctor's shoulders. Had he not uttered those words, I would not be in the state of utter confusion that I find myself in now! My intention was to confront him, for it was obvious that he harbored a certain interest in our prisoner, which was why he was so attentive to her needs. However, the tables were turned on me when he leveled the same accusation against me. [“I apologize if my actions have given you the wrong impression. Right now, you seemed jealous. To me and that prisoner.”] His words lingered in my mind, refusing to dissipate. The accusation that I harbored feelings for a murderer was preposterous, yet it clung to me like a stubborn stain. Determined to prove the doctor wrong, I made my way to 0315's room after he had left. But as fate would have it, my clumsiness got the better of me. In a moment of carelessness, I tore her dress, revealing a glimpse of her bare skin. The sight of her curves ignited a fire within me, a heat th
Olive’s POV My memories of my parents were non-existent as if they had never existed at all. All I knew was that they had been involved in a tragic car accident, a fact that my grandmother had shared with me. The news had left a deep impression on me, and I had made a solemn vow to never get behind the wheel of a car. However, it seemed that fate had other plans for me. My luck with the car was abysmal, as evidenced by the first time I had gone for a drive with Vincent. The outing ended in disaster, with Vincent accidentally killing Vera in a terrible accident. Given my track record, it was no surprise that I felt incredibly nervous when my Abuela asked me to operate the lawn tractor. I had no experience driving anything, let alone a machine as complex as this. The thought of being in control of such a powerful piece of equipment was daunting, to say the least. “You’re wasting too much time, 0315! Start your work now!” Abuela's voice pierced through the peaceful morning air, jolt
Griffin’s POV At long last, the report I had been waiting for arrived. [“The Alpha Heir, Vincent, had found love in the arms of his mate, Helen of the Silver Cloud Pack. Whispers of their romance had spread like wildfire throughout the pack, and it was said that Vincent was planning to make a grand announcement at the upcoming coronation ceremony. Helen was to be introduced to everyone as his Luna, the queen of the pack.”] My emotions boiled over, and my hands clenched around the small device I held, threatening to crush it in my fury. ‘That damn bastard. He used Olive to cover his crime, and there he was, celebrating his upcoming coronation while having a good time with his new lover.’ Well, the more trash he is, the more Olive will get disappointed. "Tell me, have you discovered anything about Olive's grandmother?" I inquired. [“Regrettably, my source had no means of obtaining any information regarding the elderly woman. The Star Moon's pack was heavily fortified, and the Alp