Chapter 8

Third person.

They all watched as olivias figure was led out of the dining room. Immediately she was gone, Jacob faced them and sighed.

“She was scared, and you two did not make her feel any better with your questions and tones,” he said.

“It is not my job to make her feel better, if she is going to be my mate, then she would have to learn how to be stronger than this,” Christian said.

“In case you have forgotten, she is not your mate, but our mate and you have no right to call her weak if you n-do not know what she has been through” damn said, again.

He was tired of having to spend time with christian and damon. They behaved like unruly teenagers who had no control over their emotions.

“You need to stop feeling sorry for her. She is here to fulfill a prophecy and nothing more, not to be pampered by you or anyone else.” Damon said.

“I am not feeling sorry for her, I am only treating her with decency, which is something that you both need to learn” jacob saud, before getting up and storming out of the room.

Christian felt annoyed, he had never had someone tell him what to do and he did not like the feeling. Olivia was their mate, but that did not mean that Jacob could automatically tell him what to do. They all had the same amount of authority in their respective packs.

He scoffed and also stormed out of the room, signaling for his driver to come with him.

“Where to sir?” his driver asked.

“Back to the villa” he said as he got into the back seat.

Once they reached, he quickly walked out of the car and went into the villa, but instead of turning left to his room, he turned right. He sto[[ed at a door and knocked twice before entering the door.

As usual, she was sitting in the bed with a book between her thighs.

“Hello alpha, welcome” she said.

“Mia,” he said in response. She dropped the book and saw that she was only wearing a see through nightgown, probably waiting for him, as usual.

He scanned the room and saw a bottle of rum by her vanity and picked it up and took a huge gulp. He had made it a point never to drink anything that wasn't verified but he trusted Mia more than he trusted a lot of people in the pack, including some of his own pack elders.

He sat on the chair close to her bed and relaxed as she came up behind him and put her hands on his shoulders, and began massaging it.

“You look tense, did something happen?” she asked, sweetly.

“Nothing serious, just pack business again” he answered vaguely.

“Neighboring packs?” she asked as she massaged his neck.

He closed his eyes as her hands moved to his chest, but did not answer her. He did not like to mix business with pleasure so he never told her about confidential pack business no matter how much she asked.

She sighed and moved to his front and sat on his lap, putting her legs on either side of his legs.

“You know I hate to see you stressed” she said, as her hands roamed over his body.

He hummed as his eyes remained closed, even when she replaced her hands on his chest with her lips.

“How about we move this to the bed to relieve your stress a little” she said in a sweet voice.

He smiled for the first time today as he heard that and lifted her up and walked to the bed.

Meanwhile Damon had also gone back to his pack and was sitting at his desk with paperwork in front of him. He had received many requests that he had to give permission for or reject before they could take place in the pack and he was just exhausted. He got up and abandoned them before walking to his balcony.

Once again, thoughts of Olivia flooded his mind as he remembered how scared she looked at the table.

He agreed with christian that she had to toughen up but at the same time agreed with Jacob. She looked so scared and he found himself resisting the urge to walk up to her and comfort her.

His wolf was crying to be united with her wolf, but he had to use common sense. They had marked her at the instructions of the priest but he still was not sure whether that had been a good idea.

Olivia looked weak. She did not look like the kind of fierce woman that the prophecy had spoken about. A woman who was strong enough to bring together the three packs and help them stop a great evil.

He was sure that they would get a warrior, but instead, they had gotten a slave who trembled at the sound of their voice.

He sighed and walked back inside, hoping that the prophecy was wrong, because the person he had seen today did not look like a person who could save them.