Olive’s POV I awoke, my senses immediately assaulted by the frigid touch of the floor beneath me, causing a shiver to ripple through my body. “You’re awake.” A voice pierced through the silence, jolting me from my disoriented state. Slowly, I raised my head, taking in my surroundings. I found myself confined within the confines of an unfamiliar wooden abode, nestled deep within the heart of the dense woods. The air was heavy with an unpleasant odor, permeating every corner of the small dwelling. As I became more aware of my predicament, I felt the constriction around my wrists, a cruel reminder of the ropes that bound me. My gaze shifted upwards, meeting the eyes of my captor. Angelica stood before me, a faint smile playing upon her lips. In that moment, I closed my eyes, seeking solace in the darkness, only to open them again, fully aware of the grim fate that awaited me at the hands of this woman. She was not content with simply ending my life; she derived pleasure from inflic
“What are you doing?! Come back here!” The piercing cry of Angelica reverberated through the air, urging me to halt my flight. Yet, I dared not cast a glance in her direction, my focus solely fixated on evading capture. Propelling my arms in a rhythmic motion, I jolted myself forward, impelling through the verdant expanse of the forest. The specter of apprehension loomed behind me, reminding the perilous pursuit that threatened to ensnare me. “Come back here, you bitch!” Angelica's venomous words echoed through the trees. I leapt gracefully over the fallen logs, skillfully evading the intricate webs that hung in my path. With every ounce of strength in my legs, I propelled myself forward, my heart pounding in my chest. As I reached the lush greenery, I darted beneath the protective canopy of the towering trees, feeling as though I were soaring through the air like a majestic eagle on a vital mission. The thought of being caught by Angelica sent shivers down my spine. The cons
Aaron’s POV I eagerly anticipated a blissful existence alongside my mate, bound together in marriage. Alas, this hope proved to be naught but a futile dream. My beloved was snatched away and abducted from my side, leaving me bereft and desolate. A week has passed since her disappearance, and still, there is no trace of her. To compound my anguish, I stumbled upon a revelation that shook me to my core. Raising my hand, I revisited the note that had been discovered in the car. [“Vera bore the child of a half-breed male wolf, not the esteemed Lycan Aaron.”] According to this damning message, the child that Vera carried, the child that perished with her, was not of my bloodline. Instead, it was the product of an unholy union between a half-breed wolf and my beloved. Could such a thing truly be possible? Had Vera truly betrayed me? My fists clenched tightly as I envisioned Vera’s deceitful words of “love” uttered in my presence, all the while engaging in an illicit affair with a
Asmund’s POV When news reached my ears of Olive's abduction following the nuptials, a surge of anger towards my elder sibling consumed me. He had made a solemn vow to safeguard Olive, yet how could he have allowed such a calamity to befall her? Overwhelmed by a tumultuous mix of emotions, a tempestuous storm of fury and apprehension, I found myself returning to my brother's castle. Each step I took towards his room was accompanied by a silent barrage of curses. “Damn it! You are such a liar, Olive!” She had assured me that she would live with life full of contentment and security, and that she would not die early. However, the very person, who had made these solemn vows, now faced imminent danger left me overwhelmed with an indescribable feeling of despair. “Shit!” Actually, even if I reach my brother’s room, I wasn’t sure what to say to him. My only certainty was that I would exert every effort to assist in locating Olive as swiftly as possible. Yet, as I stood before my bro
Aaron’s POV Not only was I burdened by the fact that Olive was missing and Vera had betrayed me, but now Asmund had also entered the equation. How dare he have the audacity to fall in love with my beloved companion? The moment I discovered that my younger Lycan brother harbored feelings for my wife, a surge of rage coursed through my veins. I was on the verge of tearing him apart, reducing him to mere fragments. Thankfully, I managed to restrain myself, realizing that I couldn't afford to lose yet another person who held immense significance in my life. Days turned into nights, and three sunsets had come and gone. I dedicated myself to the relentless pursuit of my missing wife, scouring every corner for any sign of her. Beta Jasfer, too, was on a quest to locate a half-breed Omega named Joana. As the passage of time wore on, exhaustion began to weigh heavily upon me. Was it due to the lack of sleep or the overwhelming sorrow that consumed me, yearning for Olive's presence? Regar
Aaron’s POV I rarely got drunk. But tonight, I failed to control myself and got drunk after drinking endlessly. The weight of everything became overwhelming. The disappearance of Olive, the betrayal of Vera, and the revelation of my younger brother’s hidden affection for my mate. And now, the news of Angelica’s lifeless body being discovered. Lying motionless on my bed, I whispered the words, “Angelica’s body was found.” Yet, amidst this grim discovery, Olive remained missing. Beta Jasfer, in his own way, attempted to convey a clear message to me. Perhaps the reason I had been unable to locate my wife, despite my relentless search, was because she had intentionally fled. “I refuse to accept that,” I muttered, my mind clouded by the intoxicating effects of the alcohol. I can’t believe it. It was Olive. The Olive who said that she loves me. She hugged me tightly, uttered my name during her ecstasy, and she vowed at the Goddess of the Moon that she would love me forever. “No
Helen’s POV When I betrayed Vincent and aligned myself with Aaron, a greedy desire consumed me. I yearned to become the Luna of the esteemed Silver Moon Pack, under the leadership of the formidable Alpha Lycan, Aaron. Confidence coursed through my veins, for I possessed unparalleled beauty and hailed from a wealthy and influential Beta lineage. I believed that these qualities would secure my rightful place by Aaron's side. Yet, my aspirations crumbled into dust when I discovered that Aaron had found a new love. And to my dismay, that love was none other than Olive, the woman Vincent had discarded – a half-breed. The revelation that Olive, whom Aaron had held captive within his castle, was his true mate left me dumbfounded. I simply could not comprehend why a feeble woman like her was destined for such a prestigious position. Thus, when Elder Rigor presented me with an opportunity to steal Aaron away from Olive, I eagerly accepted. I took a daring gamble by revealing myself at Oli
Aaron’s POV The next morning I woke up, I found the corpse of Helen beside my bed. The memories of last night came to me. And I shut my eyes as I knew this would be problematic in the near future. Even so, I didn’t regret ending her pathetic life. “Anyone there?!” I shouted, calling for any servants to come in. The door opened, and soon, the head maid, Janella, came inside with a look of surprise on her face. She could not close her mouth while looking at the mess inside my room. “L-Lycan Aaron,” she stuttered. Fear was evident on her pale face. “Clean the mess in my room,” I said, casually walking on the bloody floor. “I will prepare to go to the Beta Harry.” “Alpha Lycan. Are you implying that you will visit Helen’s family and inform them about her demise?” I looked at Janella, who only worries about me. “Janella. I am the Alpha Lycan,” I reminded her. “Helen came into my castle and made a mistake.” Janella gulped. She probably knew what Helen did. Every night,
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