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
Olivia's POVAfter changing back into my clothes, I left the locker room and walked out of the club through the back door. As I made my way toward the gate, I noticed a masked man leaning against a black Mercedes. Instantly, I knew it was Alpha Enzo, and a nervous gulp went down my throat. What was he doing here? I thought he had left a long time ago.Composing myself, I thought about ignoring him, but I couldn’t. My feet moved toward him, and I had to obey, making my way closer. Standing before him, our gazes locked, and I swallowed hard again. I hated how his intense green gaze made me feel so nervous.“Why are you here?” I asked, my voice firm as I tried to appear composed and confident.For a moment, he didn’t respond. His gaze remained fixed on me, and that silent, powerful stare made my heart race and my skin tingle.He scoffed quietly, stepping away from the car to open the door. “Get in. I’ll take you home,” he muttered, his eyes still on me.I shook my head and looked up at h
Olivia's POV“Happy birthday, my dear Olivia,” I heard my mother's usual cheerful voice pierce through my sleep, jolting me awake. Blinking my eyes open, I saw her seated beside me on the bed, her charming smile lighting up her face, her sea-blue eyes — the same ones I inherited — brimming with happiness and love.“Happy fourteenth birthday, my darling.” Mother's smile widened, and I smiled as I tried to sit in bed. “Good morning, Mother,” I greeted, rubbing my face with my hands.“Morning, my darling. Are you excited to get your wolf?” Mother asked, and I swallowed nervously, which she noticed.“You don’t have to be scared. If you don’t get your wolf today, you still have a chance on your eighteenth birthday when you might also find your mate,” she reassured me. I nodded, comforted by her words.“So, I want you to dress up and come downstairs; everyone is waiting for you.”“Alright, Mother,” I nodded while she kissed me before leaving my room.After she left, I stood to my feet and w
Olivia's POV Six years later The loud beeping of the alarm jolted me from my sleep. Grumbling tiredly, I opened my eyes, reached for my phone, and realized it was already 5pm. “Shit!” I blurted and jumped out of bed. “Damn it! I will be late again.” I grunted and rushed to the bathroom. After taking a quick bath, I dressed up, packed my hair in a bun, grabbed my things, and rushed out of my apartment. I was lucky to get a taxi, and in a few minutes, I was at the club. Hurriedly, I went into the locker room, changed into my uniform, and made my way to the bar. “You are late,” Sonia murmured. “I'm sorry, I had a class today, and after getting home, I decided to take a nap. I didn’t know I set my alarm wrongly.” I explained to Sonia, who nodded understandingly. “Well, you are lucky Sir Linus hasn’t come yet.” I sighed in relief at her words and got on with work. “A glass of my usual whiskey,” DOM Phillip requested as he sat on the long stool. “Alright, sir.” I nodded and went for
Olivia’s POV The crowd's reaction was immediate. Cheers and applause erupted as I moved sensuously, my body becoming a tantalizing silhouette against the spotlight. I locked eyes with a few of the men in the front row, their lustful gazes feeding my performance. Despite my initial nerves, I felt a surge of confidence. This was my moment to shine, to earn the money I desperately needed. As I continued to dance, I couldn't help but scan the crowd for familiar faces. High-profile businessmen and celebrities often frequented the club, their identities hidden behind masks. As I made my signature moves, my eyes met those of a masked DOM. He looked different and unfamiliar. Despite not being able to see the faces of Doms, I could easily recognize our usual members by the color and shape of their eyes, but this DOM, I was sure I hadn’t seen him before. He was fully masked, with only his lips and piercing green eyes visible. He was sitting in a VIP booth, his gaze fixed on me with an intens
Olivia's POVMy heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in shallow gasps. The masked man with the scorpion tattoo, the one who had haunted my nightmares, was here, right in front of me. Years of grief and a burning desire for vengeance surged within me. How could it be him?I took another look at the tattoo and my eyes dilated. I wasn’t mistaken. It was him. It wasn’t a coincidence. He was the one who shot my father. He was here, my worst nightmare sitting before me.Quickly, I stepped away from him and saw his brow furrow. “Excuse me,” I murmured in panic and didn’t wait for him to respond before sprinting away.My steps were hurried and unsteady as I stumbled backstage, my mind racing with a mix of fear and anger. I pressed my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. My hands shook as I wrapped my arms around myself, attempting to calm the storm raging inside me.The scorpion tattoo. The assassin of my family. Here. Now. How could he be here? Was it a coincidence, o
Alpha Enzo’s POVI saw a flicker of anger and hate in those alluring sea blue eyes the moment I made my offer.The moment my eyes fell on her as she walked onto the stage with the other strippers, I couldn’t take them off her. There was something about her, like a magnetic force that I couldn’t explain. I knew I was a man who really gets attracted to beautiful and sexy ladies, but hers was different. I couldn’t just look away from her.Watching her dance so sexily on that stage made me intrigued and yet somehow jealous. I was jealous that other men could sit and drool over her when it should only be me. When I saw her giving a lap dance to that man, I felt uncomfortable in my seat and couldn’t look away. All I wanted was to go pull her away and claim her as mine, which was insane because I had barely known her for a few minutes.When she began twerking for me, I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. I wished I could pull her into a room and make her submit to me right at that moment, but