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
Olive’s POV I perched on the plush sofa inside Lycan Aaron's office. My neck throbbing with a dull ache. I couldn't help but wince as I shifted my weight, trying to find a comfortable position. My eyes flicked up as I heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and I saw Aaron carrying a small box of first aid supplies. He settled down next to me, his eyes scanning my neck with concern. "Let me help you," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Your neck is all red." I flinched away as he reached out to touch me, my instincts kicking in. "No," I protested, shaking my head. "I'm fine, Lycan Aaron. I can go to the clinic and ask Dr. Griffin to help me." But Aaron was having none of it. "No," he cut me off with a firm tone. "I won't let Dr. Griffin help you this time. I'll be the one to take care of you. So stop being stubborn and stay still." I couldn't bring myself to defy his command. Reluctantly, I stayed still, just as he wanted. His touch was gentle as he began to tend to my
Olive’s POV Crash. Something fell and made a loud sound when my back leaned on the office table. At that moment, Aaron's face appeared before me, and our lips collided in an intense and passionate kiss. With both hands, he firmly pulled my face towards his, tilting his head and delving deeper into the connection between our lips. “Hmm…” “Haa…” I was out of breath. My head instinctively tilted back, and I found myself gripping his wrist tightly, desperately trying to maintain my balance. Aaron's lips pressed forcefully against mine, his teeth gently biting and his tongue exploring the depths of my mouth. Each time he stimulated me, a sweet sensation washed over me, mingling with a mixture of throbbing pain and pleasure that overwhelmed my senses. My body temperature was rising from my lower abdomen. A low moan came from the inside of her neck. “Hmm.” Aaron appeared to be completely consumed by his desire, with no intention of stopping. He devoured every last drop of saliva
Olive’s POV "Join our Pack. Leave Aaron's castle behind. And come live with me." Griffin's proposition was hanging there, tempting me to leave behind the confines of Aaron's castle and start a new life by his side. The idea of joining Lycan Aaron's Pack while breaking free from his control stirred a whirlwind of thoughts within me. I pondered over the idea. Instead of living as a lone wolf, wouldn't it be beneficial to join their Pack? "Aaron still holds the title of Alpha, and we must follow his lead," Griffin explained further. "However, you no longer have to remain in his castle and serve as his maid. You're free now, Olive. You can choose your own path. Consider your goals, your dreams, anything that will bring you happiness." My dream was to marry Vincent, become his Luna, and care for the Star Moon Pack and my grandmother. But those dreams were shattered. I sought revenge against Vincent, and now I feel lost. Where do I begin from here? What kind of dream should I pursue?