Olive’s POVMy name, “Olive,” was given to me by my Grandmother. She said it’s the short term for saying “I love you.”Learning Vincent’s betrayal, I realized that Grandma was the only person who loved me. Therefore, with all my heart, I looked up and prayed to the Goddess of the Moon.‘Please. Don’t take away the only person who loves me.’ Just then, a voice broke into my thoughts.“Olive.”I looked up, taken aback to see Aaron standing near me. And he was the one who called me in my name. Yes. This was the first time I ever heard my name slipping from his mouth. I was rendered unable to fathom if I was hearing him right. However, Aaron broke my doubt as he repeated calling me.“Olive.”At the time, the wall I had built inside me had collapsed. I cried as I replied, “Lycan Aaron. I am scared.”Aaron sat beside me. And the next he did? He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tightly. It was an odd feeling for me. This guy was the man who tormented me, and yet, I also found solace
Griffin’s POV Olive’s grandmother died in the Pack’s hospital. With the help of Aaron’s servants, a burial was prepared for the old lady. As for Olive, she was nowhere to be seen around the room of her dead grandmother. I looked around the hospital, following her scent. And then, I saw her on the rooftop. She was sitting on the ground, under the moonlight. She’s looking at the moon with her unblinking, swollen eyes. I clenched my fists while staring at her. I made a promise when we were young that I would be the greatest doctor so I could save her grandmother. But it was too late. I couldn’t save her happiness. But this is not the time to blame myself. She needed someone by her side, and that should be… me. I walked closer to her and sat beside her. She slightly turned her eyes to my side, but she didn’t directly peer straight into my direction. "I've been searching for you. I never anticipated finding you up here on the rooftop. You despise heights," I remarked, gazing up at t
Helen’s POV (Vincent’s Mate) “Vincent promised that he would announce me as his future Luna during his coronation. But he did not.” It was supposed to be the moment when our love and commitment would be publicly acknowledged and celebrated. But alas, it was not meant to be. The entire ceremony was overshadowed by the unexpected arrival of Olive, Vincent's ex-lover. “I couldn't understand why she chose to make an appearance at such a significant event. Wasn't she supposed to be behind bars?” Lost in my thoughts, I anxiously bit my nails while sitting on the edge of the bed. The uncertainty and confusion were eating away at me, leaving me wondering what this turn of events meant for our relationship. After I met Vincent and recognized him as my mate, he shared the story of his ex-lover. Olive is a criminal who killed Lycan Aaron’s girlfriend, Vera. When I learned that, I felt so mad at Olive, a half-breed who dared to stain my mate’s reputation. But when I saw Vincent’s expression
Olive’s POV My grandmother’s burial was being held in Aaron’s castle. A place where I was locked became the place of mourning for the most special person in my life. Dressed in a somber black dress, I stood next to my grandmother's coffin and gazed upon her lifeless form. The tears that had flowed so freely earlier had now dried up, leaving me feeling numb and disconnected. The dead couldn't escape. Even so, I couldn’t take my eyes off her, as if by doing so, I would lose her forever. Not in this life or any other. I needed to hold on to her memory at the last moment. To cherish this one last night. And yet… "Can you believe it? Lycan Aaron went all out and hosted the prisoner's grandmother's funeral right in his majestic castle!" " Why on earth would the Lycan do something like that?" "I know, right? It's kind of surprising. It's like he's actually showing some respect for the prisoner's family." "Wow, that's crazy! Vera died because of that woman. This is just so wrong and u
Aaron’s POV In my office, there stood Dr. Griffin in front of me. While Olive was grieving for her Grandmother at tonight's funeral, I called Griffin to my office so we could have a chat. We definitely have a lot to discuss. "What's your true connection with Olive?" I asked. Griffin, who had been fixated on the ground, shifted his gaze towards me. He took a deep breath before responding. "Lycan Aaron," he spoke in a polite tone, though his expression betrayed a hint of disdain. It had always been this way. He spoke with a veneer of respect, yet his eyes held a deep-seated contempt. "I believe you are already aware of my relationship with Olive," Griffin stated. "Did you not overhear our conversation at the hospital?" "Oh, you mean when I caught wind that the two of you were childhood acquaintances or something of the sort?" "Yes," he replied. "Olive and I were childhood friends. We crossed paths when we were young." I clenched my hands, suppressing the surge of jealousy tha
Olive’s POV I led Vincent's mate into my cramped room and offered her a steaming cup of coffee, placing it on the side table. "It's freezing outside," I remarked, my tone flat. "You must be cold after traveling all the way from Star Moon Pack. Drink this to warm up." Helen, my ex-boyfriend's new mate, eyed the coffee warily, biting her lip and fidgeting with her fingers. ‘She doesn't trust me,’ I realized. "Are you afraid I poisoned your drink because you're dating my ex?" I asked. "N-no, it's not that," she stammered, waving her hands defensively. "I'm just allergic to coffee." Helen took a deep breath and surveyed my tiny room. "Your room is really small. It's like a prison in here," she commented. "I know you didn't come here to make small talk, nor you to mourn," I said, cutting to the chase. Her expression turned serious once more as she met my gaze. “To be completely honest, I was seething with anger when I caught sight of you just a moment ago. But then, out of nowhe
Aaron’s POV When I heard that Vincent's mate traveled all the way over here just to see Olive, I got concerned that she might give Olive a hard time on the final day of her grandma's funeral. I thought Alpha Vincent might come up with another plan. But, as I was making my way, I bumped into Olive in the hallway. She was panting like she was looking for me. Desperation was written all over her face before she dropped a bombshell on me. [“Lycan Aaron. Help me. Help me take my revenge on Vincent.”] My mind reeled with disbelief. Initially, I couldn't wrap my head around the words that had just entered my ears. Olive was actually asking me to seek revenge on Vincent? Well, that's something I would gladly do, even if she hadn't asked. However, the words Olive spouted only revealed the weight of her sorrow. They were like heavy fog descending upon the desolate landscape. Vincent, that conniving scoundrel, had used her and then callously abandoned her. Her beloved grandmother had tr
Vincent’s POV I woke up from a restless sleep, my head pounding from a wild night of heavy wine drinking. The taste of regret lingered on my dry tongue, urging me to grab a glass of water. "I really need some water," I mumbled, barely able to hear myself as I sat up, my temples throbbing with pain. Slowly, I opened my eyes, letting the dim room light seep in and reveal my surroundings. To my surprise, the spot next to me on the bed was empty. My mate, Helen, was nowhere to be found. Confusion washed over me as I scanned the room, taking in the aftermath of our wild party from the night before. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, mixed in with empty wine bottles that silently testified to our debauchery. "Has she left again?" I grumbled, frustration building as I gathered my clothes and quickly got dressed, trying to regain some sense of composure. Leaving my room, I ventured into the hallway, hoping to find someone who could give me some answers. But to my dismay, the co
Olive’s POV The night of the mating ceremony. Vera’s death. Being Aaron’s prisoner. Suffering in his castle. Finding out Vincent’s betrayal. Losing my Grandmother. Loving Aaron. Marrying him. My lost memories. Being fooled by Griffin. Finding out my memories. And marrying Aaron again. Years have passed since my life took a complete 180-degree turn, transitioning from a captive to becoming the beloved of my redemption. As I reflected on that chapter of my life, a wave of emotions washed over me. “Mum! Come and see! I found the most beautiful caterpillar!” I shift my gaze towards the source of the voice, spotting an adorable little boy sprinting towards me. With his jet-black hair, round eyes, rosy cheeks, and vibrant red lips, it’s evident that he takes after his father, Aaron, the Alpha Lycan of the Silver Moon Pack. This charming child is none other than Arve, my firstborn. “Oh my, Arve, that looks absolutely adorable,” I exclaimed, unable to contain my laughter. “But
Olive’s POV “Aaron is fine,” Griffin shared the good news. Hearing that, my knees gave in, and I fell, sitting on the bench near Aaron’s hospital room. Anna sat beside me and patted my back. Meanwhile, Asmund asked Griffin, “Was he really poisoned?” I looked up at Griffin and listened to his answer. “Yes. It seemed he took the poison before the fight. Fortunately, he was strong. If he had been a little bit late, the poison might have taken his life. And…” Griffin couldn’t continue his words as Asmund grabbed his collar. “YOU SH*T. ARE YOU F*CKING SURE THAT YOU WEREN’T INTO IT? You were so desperate to win this fight and steal Olive once again. I wouldn’t doubt that you planned this with the Elders.” However, Anna disagreed, “I don’t think so.” Everyone’s gazes turned to Anna. She stood up and explained, “Look at him right now, Asmund.” Asmund let go of Griffin’s collar and observed his situation. He was wounded, and some parts of his body were bleeding. “He wasn’t
Olive’s POV In my room, I paced back and forth, anxiously waiting for news of the battle. It seemed like neither side had suffered any casualties yet. I pondered, “What should I do to put an end to this fight?” As I thought deeper, an idea struck me - I could hurt myself. “If I pretend to be injured, maybe they will stop fighting,” I mused. I scanned my room for something I could use, but the servants had removed all sharp objects after I had used a vase to harm myself. “Maybe I can break a hanger and use it,” I thought, quickly opening a cabinet. Without wasting a moment, I swiftly opened a cabinet, aware that time was of the essence. As I scanned the contents of the cabinet, my attention was drawn to a mysterious box nestled inside. Curiosity piqued, I couldn’t help but wonder what purpose the box served. Acting on instinct, I reached out and slowly opened it, revealing a torn white dress that had been meticulously sewn. My mind raced as I recognized the dress. “This is…” S
Third Person’s POV “Wolf out, and let’s have a real fight,” Griffin said as he wiped the blood on his lips. “We can’t just play around. You knew why I came here, and that is to steal your wife again.” Aaron’s smile faded, and he took a shallow breath, meeting Griffin’s gaze with an impassive silence. “I’ll snatch Olive away from you,” Griffin persisted. In an instant, Aaron’s killer instinct kicked in, evident to everyone around him. His gaze transformed, no longer gentle but filled with a fiery determination. His bride. His woman. His chosen mate. As Griffin threatened to steal Olive once again, Aaron’s wolf emerged, his deep blue eyes devoid of mercy. Griffin already knew what was coming next. He swiftly shifted into his wolf form, and in an instant, a massive black wolf stood before him. Everyone’s eyes widened as they felt a sense of fear wash over them upon seeing the magnificent black wolf. Beta Xyrus, Griffin’s father, witnessed the transformation of the Alpha Lycan
Olive’s POV Days went by, and the anticipated showdown between Griffin and Aaron finally arrived. The clash was set to take place in the training hall of Aaron’s castle, a grand venue capable of accommodating a vast number of spectators. Even from the confines of my room, the resounding cheers of the eager crowd reached my ears, signaling the imminent commencement of the battle. However, amidst the excitement, I found myself overwhelmed with a sense of despair. “I couldn’t prevent this,” I whispered softly, my hands tightly clenched in my lap. Deep down, I dreaded the thought of Griffin meeting his demise at the hands of Aaron, the very person I had grown to love despite the absence of my memories. Determined to take action before it was too late, I made my way to Griffin’s clinic prior to the commencement of the fight. “Griffin?” I called out. As I entered the room, my eyes met Griffin’s figure standing by the window. He turned towards me, a warm smile gracing his face. “Hell
Olive’s POVAaron’s insistence made me feel uneasy about suddenly wearing a wedding dress. However, I reluctantly agreed and put on the stunning white gown. As the serving lady pulled back the curtain, I prepared myself for Aaron’s reaction.His eyes widened at first, but then a gentle smile spread across his face. “You look beautiful in it, my dear wife,” he said.Blushing, I couldn’t meet his gaze and felt the warmth on my cheeks.“It looks great on her, Sir Aaron,” the serving lady remarked. “Although, we’ll have to make some alterations to the dress. It’s a tad too large for her.”“Really?” Aaron responded.I interjected, “Hmm, there’s no need to adjust it for my size. I don’t even plan on...”...wearing it. That’s what I wanted to say. However, Aaron interrupted me and suggested, “Then, let’s change the size. We might find a use for it in the future.”I have to despise the idea of marrying him again, but I couldn’t say anything in response.“I’ll go check the measurements. Could
Olive’s POV Ever since my encounter with Aaron in the training hall, we have not met for a few more days. I heard he was busy training, and he didn’t want anyone to bother him. But all of a sudden, I was told that Aaron wanted to hang out with me outside the castle. That’s how I found myself sitting in the back seat of the car, with Aaron sitting beside me. Sitting in the back seat, I looked outside the window of the car. The sight outside looked wide and free. “Don’t even think of escaping, Olive,” Aaron said. I turned my head to him and caught him looking at me. “I know what you’re thinking right now,” he murmured, staring at the same window I was looking before. “How wide and free it was outside my castle. However, I won’t let you go.” Suddenly, I felt his hand holding mine. “Just wait until I win the fight. Then, I will show you the whole world. For now, stay with me and me alone,” he whispered, intertwining his fingers around mine. Oddly, even when he clearly told me t
Griffin’s POV Upon standing in front of my father, I was met with an intense slap that sent me staggering backward. The force of the blow was so powerful that it left me momentarily disoriented. “What were you thinking?” my father shouted, his voice filled with anger and disappointment. I lowered my head, silently listening to his words. “Our ancestor vowed to stay loyal to Aaron’s bloodline! I protected our family by bowing my head under their family! Why do you have to do this? Why did you challenge Aaron for a duel?!” “You don’t have to worry, Father,” I said, wiping the blood that smeared on my lips. I looked at him and said, “I made an additional deal with Lycan Aaron. My sin is my sin alone. My family won’t be punished along with me. And…” But before I could finish my sentence, my father forcefully grabbed my collar and pulled me closer, cutting off my words. “You fool! Do you think I was only worried about our family? I am… also worried about you!” father shouted. My ey
Olive’s POV I hardly got any rest. The news about Griffin and Aaron’s impending fight had been revealed, and it appeared that there was no way to call it off. The fear of one of them losing their life weighed heavily on my mind, making it impossible for me to find sleep. The following day, I felt incredibly unsettled and exhausted. I spent the entire day anxiously waiting for Aaron to return from work, desperately hoping that I could somehow persuade him otherwise. However, upon visiting his room, I discovered that he was nowhere to be found. “Are you looking for Lycan Aaron?” the head maid, who saw me leaving Aaron’s room, asked. “Yes, I was looking for him. Do you happen to know where he is?” I replied. “Lycan Aaron went to the training room of this castle.” “He’s already home? Since when?” “Almost three hours ago, Luna Olive.” He had been in the castle three hours ago, yet he didn’t make an effort to see me. ‘That means Aaron was avoiding me.’ Was it because he knew I wou