Chapter 5
Finding Refuge and Becoming LunaOlivia's POV
I stared at the stranger, trying to wrap my head around what he was saying. "You're offering me a place to stay with your pack?" I asked, wanting to make sure I'd heard him right.
He nodded, his golden eyes shining in the moonlight. "You need protection," he said.
I paused, unsure of what to do. Part of me was desperate for a safe place to call home, but another part of me was wary of trusting someone I barely knew. No one had ever offered me kindness without expecting something in return. Especially not after everything I'd been through.
I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity. But all I saw was genuine concern.
"Why are you doing this for me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
His expression softened. "Because you need help," he said. "And I think you're worth saving."
I felt a lump form in my throat. No one had ever been this kind to me before. In that moment, I knew I had a choice to make. I could keep running, or I could take a chance on this stranger and his pack.
I took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I'll join your pack."
He smiled and led me out of the forest. We walked in silence for a while, the only sound being the rustling of leaves beneath our feet. As we approached the village, he called out to a tall, muscular man with a kind face.
"Rubben!"
"Please take our new pack member to the small cabin and help her settle in," he said.
Rubben nodded and smiled at me. "Welcome to the pack. I'm Rubben, the Alpha's beta."
I nodded back at him, feeling a sense of gratitude. "Thanks," I said.
Rubben led me to a small cabin on the outskirts of the village. "This is where you'll be staying," he said. "Feel at home."
I nodded, taking in my new surroundings. The cabin was cozy, with a fire crackling in the hearth. I felt a sense of relief wash over me as I realized I finally had a place to call my own.
Over the next few days, I learned that the stranger's name was Simeon, and he was the leader of the pack. One night, as we sat by the fire, Simeon turned to me.
"What are you running from?" he asked, his eyes piercing mine.
I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Simeon's expression made me trust him.
"I'm running from Damien," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Simeon's eyes narrowed. "Who is Damien?" he asked, his voice firm but gentle.
I took a deep breath, letting the memories wash over me. "He's...he's the father of my child," I said, my voice shaking slightly.
Simeon's expression darkened. "What did he do to you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
I took another deep breath, unsure and continued.
"He tried to force me to get rid of my pregnancy," I said, my voice cracking with emotion. "And...and he humiliated me. We had a relationship, and he made me feel worthless. He cheated on me, and when I found out, he laughed in my face."
Simeon's expression darkened further. "You're safe now," he said, his voice low and husky.
As he listened to my story, I saw a flicker of something in his eyes - something that looked almost like revenge.
"Olivia," he said, his voice low and husky. "I have a proposal for you."
I looked at him warily, unsure of what he was going to say.
"I want you to become my Luna," he said, his eyes burning with intensity.
I was taken aback. "Why?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.
Simeon's expression turned cold. "Because Damien would hate it," he said. "And I want to hurt him."
I felt a surge of surprise. I hadn't expected Simeon to be motivated by revenge.
But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there that gave me pause. Something that looked almost like a deep-seated hatred.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Simeon's expression turned cold. "I'm the one who's going to help you get revenge on Damien," he said. "And I'm the one who's going to make you mine."
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the truth. Simeon wasn't just a kind stranger who had taken me in. He was a man with a hidden agenda, driven by a desire for revenge.
And I was just a pawn in his game.
I looked at Simeon, trying to understand what he was saying."Olivia, I know this is a lot," he said. "But becoming my Luna is the best way to get back at Damien. You'll be safe with me."
I felt a surge of emotions. No one had ever offered to protect me like that before.
"What's between you and Damien?" I asked.
Simeon's face turned cold. "Let's just say we have a complicated past," he said.
I nodded, unsure what to think. But I knew I had to trust him.
I hesitated, "Okay, I'll do it," I said. "I'll become your Luna."
Simeon smiled and hugged me. "Thank you, Olivia," he said. "We'll make Damien pay."
As we worked together, I noticed how Simeon looked at me. He was always there for me, supporting me during my pregnancy and after I had Jeremy.
Simeon was father figure to Jeremy, playing with him and teaching him new things. He also taught me how to defend myself incase of any fight or war.
As time passed, I realized I had fallen for Simeon. He was strong and kind, and I knew I could always count on him.
Simeon had feelings for me too. I saw the way he looked at me, and I knew he cared about me deeply.
Together, we were unstoppable. And when we faced Damien, I knew we would win as long as we had each other.
Olivia's POV.5 years laterI knelt down beside my son, his small hand clutching my arm tightly. His big ocean eyes, so much like his father's, with a spark of unshed tears."Please, Mama, don't go!" he cried, his voice breaking.I brushed my fingers through his dark curly hair. "I have to, baby. I promised to protect our pack and your father."He looked up at me, his eyes pleading. "But you promised me too. You promised you wouldn't fight anymore."I pressed a kiss to his forehead, trying to steady my heavy breath. "I'll come back to you, I swear."Behind me, the pack warriors stood, their worried faces etched in my mind without needing to turn around. Killian, my second-in-command, spoke up."My Luna, you shouldn't do this. It's a trap."I inhaled sharply, rising to face them. "I have to."Killian stepped forward, his jaw tight. "We'll wait for reinforcements. If we rush in now—""There's no time," I cut in.He exhaled sharply, frustration crossing his face. "My Luna, think about y
Olivia’s POV"Long live The Luna" I was hurt badly by what I heard, each cheer twisting the knife deeper. I trembled, clutching my dress beside me, my stomach churning with bitterness. I couldn't breathe properly.I spun around, staring at the stage where Damien stood, his gaze avoiding mine. Beside him, Brielle wore the ceremonial robes of Luna, her smile bright and victorious. My legs shook beneath me.This is not real. It can’t be real. Last night, Damien had held me close, whispering promises against my hair as he slept with me. "You are mine, Olivia. I will make you my Luna, only you." I had believed him, given him everything — my body, my heart, my trust.But now, in front of the entire pack, he’s giving the title that should have been mine to someone else. The betrayal was too much to bear. A bitter scream rose from my throat, and I stepped forward."Damien," my voice was loud enough to be heard amidst the music gaining everyone's attention. The music stopped, and laughter die
Olivia's POV.I folded my clothes into the small bag, my fingers gripping the fabric so tight, my eyes burning from holding back tears. Every corner of this room was a memory I had spent together with Damien—the fake whisper of promises. The way he used to look at me like I was the only thing that mattered. Now all of it meant nothing; I was nothing to him.The door creaked open behind me, and I snapped my gaze back. Realizing it was Damien, I felt my stomach knot in anger, and I snapped my gaze forward. I kept my back to him, focusing on the bag in front of me, forcing myself not to break down.“Liv,” Damien called with his baritone voice, calm and controlled. But I didn’t answer. I had nothing to say to him.“I need to talk to you,” he said, taking a step closer.“What is there left to say?” I spoke against my will, my voice sharper than intended. Damien didn’t react to my coldness.“I need you to leave the pack,” he said. “It’s for your good.”I let out a short laugh, shaking my he
Olivia's POV.My head was spinning, my heart ricocheting against my chest as I ran. I was leaving the pack. I know Damien asked me to stay... And he was the Alpha, no one was supposed to disobey him, but I've had enough of him. Between disobeying his treacherous ass and killing my baby, I chose the former.I kept going forward, deeper into the forest. My feet pounded the forest floor, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I ran with every single strength I possessed. The trees blurred together, their branches whipping past my face like skeletal fingers. I didn't dare look back, fearing what I might see.Damien's words echoed in my mind: "You will stay at the safe house outside the palace tonight." But I knew I couldn't stay, not after what he’d asked me to do. He didn't want the pregnancy, and I knew why. As the Alpha, having a child with me would ruin his reputation and compromise his position.But I couldn't bring myself to get rid of the baby, no matter how hard he'd tried to convinc
Olivia's POV.I woke up to a loud bang on the door. I sat up with a start as I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the sleep in my eyes. My body was still aching, and the bruises still hurt me like a fresh wound. I had cried myself to sleep last night, exhausted from my failed escape attempt.My heart was pounding as I heard Damien's voice on the other side. "Good morning, Olivia," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you had a good night."My eyes narrowed as I glared at the door. I knew he was just taunting me, enjoying my misery and pain."Get up," he ordered. "It's time to do what has to be done."I threw off the covers and got out of the dark area, my eyes blazing with anger and hate. "You know exactly how my night was," I spat, my voice venomous and loud. "You think you can just use me and discard me like trash? You're heartless, Damien."Damien's expression remained impassive, but I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was
Olivia's POV.5 years laterI knelt down beside my son, his small hand clutching my arm tightly. His big ocean eyes, so much like his father's, with a spark of unshed tears."Please, Mama, don't go!" he cried, his voice breaking.I brushed my fingers through his dark curly hair. "I have to, baby. I promised to protect our pack and your father."He looked up at me, his eyes pleading. "But you promised me too. You promised you wouldn't fight anymore."I pressed a kiss to his forehead, trying to steady my heavy breath. "I'll come back to you, I swear."Behind me, the pack warriors stood, their worried faces etched in my mind without needing to turn around. Killian, my second-in-command, spoke up."My Luna, you shouldn't do this. It's a trap."I inhaled sharply, rising to face them. "I have to."Killian stepped forward, his jaw tight. "We'll wait for reinforcements. If we rush in now—""There's no time," I cut in.He exhaled sharply, frustration crossing his face. "My Luna, think about y
Chapter 5Finding Refuge and Becoming LunaOlivia's POVI stared at the stranger, trying to wrap my head around what he was saying. "You're offering me a place to stay with your pack?" I asked, wanting to make sure I'd heard him right.He nodded, his golden eyes shining in the moonlight. "You need protection," he said.I paused, unsure of what to do. Part of me was desperate for a safe place to call home, but another part of me was wary of trusting someone I barely knew. No one had ever offered me kindness without expecting something in return. Especially not after everything I'd been through.I looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of insincerity. But all I saw was genuine concern."Why are you doing this for me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.His expression softened. "Because you need help," he said. "And I think you're worth saving."I felt a lump form in my throat. No one had ever been this kind to me before. In that moment, I knew I had a choice to make. I coul
Olivia's POV.I woke up to a loud bang on the door. I sat up with a start as I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the sleep in my eyes. My body was still aching, and the bruises still hurt me like a fresh wound. I had cried myself to sleep last night, exhausted from my failed escape attempt.My heart was pounding as I heard Damien's voice on the other side. "Good morning, Olivia," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "I hope you had a good night."My eyes narrowed as I glared at the door. I knew he was just taunting me, enjoying my misery and pain."Get up," he ordered. "It's time to do what has to be done."I threw off the covers and got out of the dark area, my eyes blazing with anger and hate. "You know exactly how my night was," I spat, my voice venomous and loud. "You think you can just use me and discard me like trash? You're heartless, Damien."Damien's expression remained impassive, but I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. I didn't know what it was, but I knew it was
Olivia's POV.My head was spinning, my heart ricocheting against my chest as I ran. I was leaving the pack. I know Damien asked me to stay... And he was the Alpha, no one was supposed to disobey him, but I've had enough of him. Between disobeying his treacherous ass and killing my baby, I chose the former.I kept going forward, deeper into the forest. My feet pounded the forest floor, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I ran with every single strength I possessed. The trees blurred together, their branches whipping past my face like skeletal fingers. I didn't dare look back, fearing what I might see.Damien's words echoed in my mind: "You will stay at the safe house outside the palace tonight." But I knew I couldn't stay, not after what he’d asked me to do. He didn't want the pregnancy, and I knew why. As the Alpha, having a child with me would ruin his reputation and compromise his position.But I couldn't bring myself to get rid of the baby, no matter how hard he'd tried to convinc
Olivia's POV.I folded my clothes into the small bag, my fingers gripping the fabric so tight, my eyes burning from holding back tears. Every corner of this room was a memory I had spent together with Damien—the fake whisper of promises. The way he used to look at me like I was the only thing that mattered. Now all of it meant nothing; I was nothing to him.The door creaked open behind me, and I snapped my gaze back. Realizing it was Damien, I felt my stomach knot in anger, and I snapped my gaze forward. I kept my back to him, focusing on the bag in front of me, forcing myself not to break down.“Liv,” Damien called with his baritone voice, calm and controlled. But I didn’t answer. I had nothing to say to him.“I need to talk to you,” he said, taking a step closer.“What is there left to say?” I spoke against my will, my voice sharper than intended. Damien didn’t react to my coldness.“I need you to leave the pack,” he said. “It’s for your good.”I let out a short laugh, shaking my he
Olivia’s POV"Long live The Luna" I was hurt badly by what I heard, each cheer twisting the knife deeper. I trembled, clutching my dress beside me, my stomach churning with bitterness. I couldn't breathe properly.I spun around, staring at the stage where Damien stood, his gaze avoiding mine. Beside him, Brielle wore the ceremonial robes of Luna, her smile bright and victorious. My legs shook beneath me.This is not real. It can’t be real. Last night, Damien had held me close, whispering promises against my hair as he slept with me. "You are mine, Olivia. I will make you my Luna, only you." I had believed him, given him everything — my body, my heart, my trust.But now, in front of the entire pack, he’s giving the title that should have been mine to someone else. The betrayal was too much to bear. A bitter scream rose from my throat, and I stepped forward."Damien," my voice was loud enough to be heard amidst the music gaining everyone's attention. The music stopped, and laughter die