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
Aaron’s POV When I saw Vincent, the first thing I wanted to do was to kill him right away. My claws twitched with an insatiable itch to sink into his vulnerable flesh, rending his limbs into minuscule fragments. Yet, as I beheld him, kneeling upon the ground, his countenance etched with the realization that his own mate had betrayed him, a perverse satisfaction washed over me. Olive had been right all along. Merely extinguishing his life would not suffice. We needed to subject him to the same anguish and abandonment he had inflicted upon others. And now, in this very moment, that retribution was unfolding before our eyes. "H-Helen. This cannot be true, can it? You would never betray me," Vincent pleaded, his voice trembling with desperation, as Helen, his once-beloved mate, stood resolutely by my side. Helen, her hands quivering with trepidation, summoned the strength to confront him with the bitter truth. "No, Vincent. Lycan Aaron spoke the truth. I did betray you." Vincent's fa
Olive’s POV Vincent was arrested by Lycan Aaron. The whispers of his downfall echoed through the packs as news spread of his rejection by his mate, a humiliation that played out before the watchful eyes of his brethren. And now, he is a captive within the cold, stone walls of this foreboding castle. Within these walls, soldiers reveled in their sadistic pleasure, taking turns to torment and inflict pain upon Vincent. His spirit, once unyielding, now lay broken and battered. It was no wonder that his mind might have already teetered on the precipice of madness. How could it not when he had lost everything in the span of a single day? Gone were his pride, his esteemed position, his cherished freedom, and the love of his mate. All that remained was a hollow shell of the man he once was. And I burdened with guilt for my role in his downfall, felt compelled to visit him in his desolate cell. Vincent's cell, ironically, was the very room I had once called home within this imposing ca
Olive’s POV “Ahhh! Ack!” I struggled to gasp for air, my vision blurring as darkness threatened to consume me. How had it come to this? How had the love that once bloomed between us transformed into such a twisted nightmare? Memories of our past flooded my mind, like flickering images in an old film reel. Vincent, with his captivating eyes and gentle touch, had swept me off my feet. ["I love you, Olive. I'll protect you from any harm, making sure no one lays a finger on you. You'll be the cherished Luna of my Pack. Together, we'll build a haven of love and happiness that'll last forever."] That is such a sweet confession. It filled my heart with warmth and hope. But like fragile glass, everything shattered into countless pieces. The words he had spoken, so sweet and promising, now echoed in my mind like a cruel mockery. Because right now, his fingers dug deeper into my throat. The man I had trusted, the man I had given my heart to, had become a monster. His love had morphed i