Olive’s POV The passing of a day brought with it a restoration of vitality to my weary body. Aaron, ever attentive, made certain that I consumed an ample amount of nourishment. And then, on the following day, a piece of news reached my ears that stirred a sense of urgency within me: Vera's grandmother had regained consciousness. Without a moment's hesitation, I hurried to the clinic where she was being cared for. As I approached the door, my heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation coursing through my veins. With a deep breath, I turned the handle and stepped inside. There, sitting upon the bed, was Abuela, her gaze fixed upon the world beyond the window. A wave of uncertainty washed over me as I stood there, unsure of how to proceed. After much deliberation, I mustered the courage to call out to her, "Grandma Abuela?" She flinched at the sound of my voice, but she did not turn to face me. It was as if she wished to avoid my presence altogether. However
Aaron’s POV On my way to Olive’s room, I could not shake off the things Griffin had told me. If I failed to protect Olive, he would not hesitate to steal her? Wasn’t that a declaration of war? Right there, I wanted to snap his neck open. But he was Olive’s childhood friend and I couldn’t let her get sad. Either way, he will have no chance to get my mate away from me because from now on, I vowed to protect my woman. Standing outside Olive's room, I took a moment to steady myself. Inhaling deeply, I summoned the courage to face whatever lay behind that door. With a firm resolve, I raised my hand and knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. Knock. Knock. A soft, melancholic voice floated from within, beckoning me to enter. "Come in." Turning the doorknob, I pushed the door open, revealing a scene that tugged at my heart. Olive sat on the edge of the bed, her delicate hands clutching a tissue, her eyes swollen and red from tears shed in solitude. The sight pierced me,
Third Person’s POV The sound that came from inside Olive’s room wasn’t loud. But for Lycan Aaron who has a sensitive hearing, it was as if a chandelier had fallen onto the marble floor. He opened the door right away without even asking Olive’s permission. This was a privilege given only to him in this castle. Inside, he saw Olive on the ground. She fell on the ground, perhaps because she was intoxicated too much with alcohol. “I am s-sorry…” She said. “I felt a bit dizzy.” Haa. Aaron sighed. He just told Griffin that he would take care of Olive. “Geez. I have to start right away,” Aaron laughed. He helped Olive went to the bed again and then asked a maid to give them water. When the maid, who brought the water, went out, Aaron pulled glass and poured water on it. Olive smiled as she was handed a glass of water. However, because the alcohol was slowly kicking in, she could not even drink it properly. The stream of water ran down the side of the glass. Aaron saw the water slip
Third Person’s POV Olive expressed her clear reluctance for anyone else to witness their intimate encounter at that moment. However, her body betrayed her words as her inner walls involuntarily clenched around Aaron's manhood. Unyielding, the Lycan took pleasure in teasing her, questioning her certainty. "Are you truly certain you don't desire this? Why are you so tight? Could it be something you secretly crave to witness?" "No!" she firmly replied, attempting to assert her boundaries. "I wouldn't mind if we were to engage in this act within the garden or on the terrace. Shall we invite all the employees to spectate? Except for the men, of course. I would relish the opportunity to silence them if they were to lay eyes upon your most intimate parts." "No..." she pleaded, her body still constricting around him, as if attempting to sever their connection. Tears streamed down her face as she adamantly refused. Yet, why did her tears only serve to fuel his sadistic desires? Despite h
Third Person’s POV The Lycan’s castle bustled with activity as the servants began to awaken. Olive, fully aware of the potential consequences, understood that if she and Aaron did not stop their actions, the risk of being discovered would hang over them. Strangely enough, this was exactly what Aaron desired. His intentions were not driven by a desire to see his beloved mate suffer. No, it was enough for Olive to face challenges when she found herself beneath him, as she did now. However, Aaron had an insatiable longing to show the world the true woman she was and assert his exclusive claim over her. Whether it was the darkness of night or the light of day, he yearned to be intertwined with Olive on their shared bed. One could attribute this passion to the unbreakable bond they shared or the primal instincts of the beast within him, but Aaron knew deep in his heart that it was a testament to the profound love he held for her.“Ahh! Aaron…” Olive, who had Aaron’s ferocious manhoo
Olive’s POV My 18th birthday is coming, and I will celebrate it in Aaron’s castle, where I was held as a captive in the past. It felt odd to celebrate my coming of age with the people who despised me a lot before. But now, there was a big change in my life together with those people. “Olive, can you pass me the gloves?” asked Grandma Abuela. “Yes, Grandma! Wait a minute!” With a smile, I passed her the gloves. Abuela looked at my face and frowned. “You’re sweating too much. Was working under the sun hard? You should go and rest for a minute.” I chuckled and replied,” How can I do that when you’re working so hard like this? I wanted to help you.” Abuela smiled at me and tapped my head. It felt so new. It hasn’t been that long since Abuela cursed at me for killing her granddaughter. But now that she learned that I was innocent, she treated me so sweetly. I lost my grandmother. She lost her granddaughter. It was as if we found solace with each other to fill the void of affection
Third Person’s POV Warning: Rated +18. Read at your own risk. Aaron was eagerly pleasuring Olive, not giving her a moment to gather her thoughts. His tongue protruded slightly as he buried his face between her thighs, skillfully licking her already moistened area. Olive attempted to voice her objection, but the intense pleasure overwhelmed her, rendering her unable to protest. Resting against the wall, Olive let out a moan and questioned, “Why...ahhh...Why not in bed?” She couldn’t help but feel a sense of embarrassment as Aaron continued to pleasure her while she leaned against the wall. Aaron responded confidently, “We can do it anywhere, even outside the confines of the bedroom. But aren’t we technically in the bedroom already?” Olive recalled Aaron’s suggestion of engaging in intimate activities in the garden or on the terrace. The mere thought of potentially being caught entwined with the Alpha Lycan filled her with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Despite knowing it was a
Warning: Rated +18. Read at you own risk. *** ** Aaron rubbed his own c*ck against her red plump lips. Then, with a smirk, the Lycan looked down at Olive and whispered, “I don’t care if Helen finds out.” Olive felt excitement that she did not know existing in her body. Back in the day, she was jealous of seeing Aaron and Helen together. She believed that there was something between Helen and Aaron. And even if Aaron confessed his feelings to her, there was still anxiousness in Olive’s heart. Will a half-breed like her who still has no wolf enough for the strongest Lycan alive? But because of tonight, her worries lessen. “Come on. Open your mouth. Say ah,” Aaron ordered as if asking a child to eat the food present in front of her. Olive looked at Aaron’s erection. She gulped. “If you don’t want to, would you like to bend down by the windowsill? But I don’t think you’ll be able to be as quiet if you bent down.” His argument was true to some extent. Even if Olive was happy to t
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