Olivia's POV I was serving a DOM when I noticed Alpha Enzo walking toward the bar. He was dressed casually in jeans, a black leather jacket, and a black mask on his face, but as usual, I recognized him instantly. He took one of the long stools, and I thought he would call me, as he usually waved at me, but surprisingly, he didn’t. Instead, he waved at Sonia to get his order, something he had never done before. While attending to customers, I kept glancing his way, but I realized that not once did he look at me. Instead, he seemed lost in thought, sipping his drink. “A glass of whiskey,” a DOM ordered, pulling my attention away from Alpha Enzo. After serving the DOM, I looked back at Alpha Enzo and noticed he was still lost in thought, staring at his glass of whiskey. The sight made me curious and surprisingly worried. Earlier today, I noticed he didn’t come to the office, and now, here at the club, he’s acting so distant and not like himself. As I watched him, I noticed a sub ap
Alpha Enzo's POV I couldn’t quite explain what I was doing here, lying on her small bed that barely had enough space for the both of us. I knew I should have been in my own apartment, but the thought of going back and facing my mother was unbearable. Her presence reminded me of things I’d rather forget—memories that gnawed at me. So I left, with no clear destination in mind. I could have gone to my penthouse or booked a room somewhere, but somehow, my feet led me to Olivia’s apartment, and I had no idea why. When our eyes met, I could see the confusion on her face. She hadn’t expected me to stay the night, and frankly, neither had I. “Hell no, Alpha Enzo, you’re leaving, or I’m calling the police,” she demanded, her voice firm. I almost wanted to plead with her, to ask her to let me stay, but I wasn’t a man who begged. I commanded. That’s who I was, and that’s what I was going to do. I got out of bed and walked over to where she stood, stopping just inches from her face. “Call
Alpha Enzo’s POV“No, please, leave me.” A faint voice broke through my sleep, prompting me to open my eyes. With a furrowed brow, I looked at Olivia and realized she was trembling and whispering in her sleep. “Please, don’t kill me,” she pleaded in a low, frightened voice, and my frown deepened. It was clear she was having a nightmare, and I knew I had to do something.Slowly, I moved closer and placed my hand on her shoulder. Her back was turned to me. “Olivia,” I whispered softly. “Wake up, you’re having a nightmare.”She didn’t wake up; instead, she continued to murmur, her eyes tightly shut, discomfort etched across her face. “Olivia,” I called out again, this time gently shaking her, but she still didn’t wake up.Worry surged through me as I contemplated on what to do. Whatever dream she was having, it was clearly a nightmare, and I needed to wake her up.“Please, don’t kill me,” she sobbed in her sleep, intensifying my concern. “Olivia, wake up. You’re dreaming,” I urged, this
Olivia’s POV A moment of tense silence hung in the air as neither of us said a word after I had called him a monster. When I called him that, I thought he was going to get furious and attack me. I was waiting for him to get angry at me, but he didn’t; instead, he remained silent. That made me furrow my brow, but I didn’t look his way. I kept staring outside the window. The dream I had replayed in my head, and it caused a cold chill to run down my spine. In that dream, I saw Alpha Enzo holding a gun and pointing it at me, and I was pleading with him not to shoot me, begging him not to kill me as he had killed my parents. But before he could pull the trigger, I woke up. The dream felt so real, so vivid that I couldn’t stop the fear consuming me, and the fact that he was in my room made me even more scared. Sighing softly, I closed my eyes and thought of my parents. I knew they would be so disappointed in me. Here was their killer, yet I hadn’t been able to do anything. I was letting h
Olivia's POV “Your brother’s condition is getting worse, Olivia. We have to go with Plan B, and we need to do it quickly. If he stays another month without us carrying out Exhibit B, I’m afraid we’re going to lose him,” Doctor Martin conveyed in a tone filled with seriousness. My heart ached as tears threatened to fall down my cheeks. “Olivia, it’s either you take him off life support, or we proceed with Plan B,” Dr. Martin added, and a lump formed in my throat. I couldn't lose James; he was my only family left, and I couldn't imagine taking him off life support. I just couldn’t let that happen. “Olivia, you’ve done more than enough, and I believe your brother wouldn’t want you to go through all this. You are in huge debt, and who knows how long it will take you to pay it off…” Doctor Martin paused, moved closer, and placed a hand on my shoulder. “Olivia, you have to let him go. You’ve tried your best…” “No!” I cut him off, shaking my head in disapproval. “I won’t let him go, Doct
Alpha Enzo's POVI couldn’t believe my eyes when I recognized George talking to Olivia. Though he tried to hide his face behind a mask, I could easily recognize him by his scent and aura. I looked at Olivia, who was staring back at me with confusion in her eyes; she seemed so relaxed for someone who had caught George's attention.“Do you know who he is?” I asked angrily.She scoffed and shrugged. “I don’t care,” she said indifferently. I glanced at her with anger. She didn’t know who George was or what he was capable of, especially with women he desired.“Stay away from him, Olivia. George is a dangerous man,” I warned, but the look in her eyes showed she didn’t care about my warnings.“You have no right to tell me who I can and cannot talk to,” she shot back stubbornly. I gritted my teeth, angered by her defiance. I hated that she was still acting so stubborn.“Do you need anything?” she asked, clearly wanting to move away from me. I glared at her, frustrated by her attitude and stub
Olivia's POVI could see the disbelief in Alpha Enzo's eyes when I accepted his deal. He couldn't believe I had actually agreed, but he had no idea what was about to hit him. I'd decided to accept his proposal because, why not? He would clear all my debts—a debt I went into because of him—and pay for my brother’s medical bills, who was in this condition because of him. And to crown it all, I would have access to him, a perfect opportunity to poison his food or drink, taking my revenge for everything he did. It was just perfect.“Are you sure about this, Olivia? There is no going back until the deal is over,” he asked, his inquisitive eyes on me. I glanced back at him, noting the doubt flickering there. Clearly, he didn't think I'd actually agree to his terms.“Yes, I accept being your submissive for the next three months,” I said firmly, staring back at him, “but we will have to draft out our dos and don'ts.”A grin appeared at the corner of his lips, a look of satisfaction spreading
Olivia’s POVAs I went back to the bar stand, I couldn’t concentrate all day at work. My mind kept drifting to what had happened between Alpha Enzo and me in his private room. I couldn’t seem to get it out of my head.Frustration clawed at me. Damn it! The words slipped out, but they didn’t ease the restlessness inside. Concentration was impossible. Every time I tried to focus on my work, I felt it—the ghost of Alpha Enzo’s touch on my thighs, as if it had branded itself into my skin.His hands had stirred something in me, something foreign and overwhelming. I wasn’t used to this—I wasn’t used to feeling so… out of control. It had been just a fleeting moment in his room, a brief touch, but it left a mark that refused to fade.I tried to ignore it, to pretend it didn’t matter, but my body wasn’t listening. The memory of his fingers tracing my skin haunted me, and I hated how much it lingered. My thoughts kept circling back to him, to that touch, twisting me up inside.How could somethi