Olivia's POV
Stepping into the room, I realized it was dimly lit except for the red light on the stage. “Come with me,” Damon said, and I followed him to the bar while scanning the room, glancing at the Doms and subs already seated, waiting for the play to begin. Damon led me to the bar stand and introduced me to the bar lady from whom I would be taking drinks. We exchanged greetings before Damon gestured for me to go stand in a corner. “Be careful, don't stare at them in the eyes. If you do, they will think you are trying to identify who they are, and that's not good,” he warned. I nodded, having no business knowing who they were. Taking a deep breath, I walked in the direction he pointed and took my position. “You,” a masked DOM signaled to me, and I hurriedly made my way towards him. “You are new here?” he asked, and I nodded. “Yes, sir. My post is normally at bar stand three,” I replied politely, and he nodded. “I see,” he said, running a quick gaze over me, which I found uncomfortable, but I composed myself and put on a smiling face. “What can I get you, sir?” “A glass of cocktail,” he responded, and I nodded. “I will be back shortly.” I went to the bar and prepared the cocktail he requested before making my way back to him. “Here it is,” I said, placing the drink on the table beside him. “I also need something else,” he said, and I waited for him to make his order, but instead, he gawked at my exposed thighs. “I want you. How much for the night?” I formed a fake smile and made sure I sounded as polite as I could. “Apologies, sir, but I'm not a submissive.” He frowned, and I knew he wanted to say more but decided to let it slide. “Here's my card,” he said, reluctantly giving me his card with his left hand while his right hand caressed the hair of a submissive who had been glaring at me while the DOM talked to me. I swiped the card on the machine, returned it to him, and went back to my position. Out of curiosity, my eyes went to the stage, where I noticed two masked men engaging in sexual play with a sub. She was giving one of the masked men a blow job while the other was fucking her from behind. Moans filled the dimly lit room, and I glanced around the playroom. All the dominants were masked and focused on the people on the stage. I gawked at them and wondered if they were so proud of what they were doing, then why were they hiding their faces from us. As I glanced around, my eyes met with him, Enzo, the man who had been responsible for my nightmares. He was seated in an armchair while a familiar sub was seated on his lap. As our eyes interlocked, I felt a rush of emotions bubbling inside me—pain, anger, but also something else, something like jealousy, and I couldn’t explain why I felt jealous. “Excuse me,” a DOM called my attention, and I had to break eye contact with Enzo. Moving over to the masked DOM, I bowed. “A glass of whiskey with two ice cubes,” he spoke in a rough, dominant tone. I faked a smile at him and noticed he had no submissive with him, but his zipper was down, and his dick was out as he gently stroked it. “Do you have anything to say?” he glared directly at me, and I shook my head. “Not really,” I said, turning around to walk away, but he stopped me. With nervous gulp, I turned around and avoided his gaze. “Add more ice to it,” he added before returning his attention to the performance. I breathed in relief and rushed to the bar stand. I poured the drink he demanded and walked back to his seat. He took the drink from me and took a sip with his eyes glued to the play. “Here,” he said, taking out some dollars from his wallet and handing them over to me. “Keep the change,” he added, his eyes still glued to the play. Going back to my spot, my eyes met with Enzo’s, and I eyed him before looking away. I hated the fact that my parents’ killer was right before me, and I couldn’t do anything to get justice for them. I felt so helpless and useless. Throughout the play, I served sex-hungry Doms, almost all of whom offered to have sex with me, but my answer remained no. After the play, the Doms began leaving one after the other while we stood at our spots, bidding them goodnight. The hall was almost empty, and again my eyes fell on Enzo. He was talking to two masked men, who suddenly bowed respectfully to him, making my brow furrow. Who could he be that those Doms were respectfully bowing to him? Swallowing nervously, I kept staring at them and realized they bowed again, this time so low that I feared their heads would fall off. My curiosity piqued, and I wondered who he could be—probably an alpha, a high-ranking politician, or maybe a mafia lord. Gulping nervously, I looked away and made sure not to look his way, but I was unlucky because I noticed him approaching me. When he reached where I stood, he locked eyes with me. “Ten thousand dollars,” he muttered, while I raised a confused brow at him. “Let me have you for a night, and that money will be all yours,” he declared, and I frowned. No amount on earth would make me give my virginity to my parents’ killer. “What do you say?” he smirked, while my frown deepened. No matter how desperate I was for money to pay off my debts, I would never let him touch me, let alone fuck me. “My answer still remains no,” I muttered firmly and saw him raise a brow as his eyes twitched. I must have shocked him with my rejection. “Do you have a mate?” he asked, glancing at the crook of my neck, probably checking for any mate mark on me. “You are mateless, so why are you refusing my offer?” “Because I don’t want to,” I stated firmly and made my way to leave, but he stopped me by holding my wrist. “You can refuse all you want, but know this—I will have you, no matter what,” he whispered menacingly, sending a chill down my spine.Olivia's POVAfter getting dressed in a black skirt and a button-up shirt, I put my hair in a bun and stood before the mirror. It was the first day of my internship at the prestigious Luciano Company, and I was damn nervous but also excited. For years, I had dreamed of working there, and today, that dream was coming true, although it was just for an internship program that would last for six months.“You can do this, Olivia,” I assured myself. I glanced at myself one more time in the mirror before moving away to grab my bag. After gathering my things, I left my apartment and took a taxi to the hospital. Today was a big day for me, and I needed to see my only family member who was still alive.Boarding a taxi, I arrived at the hospital and went to James's room. Entering the door, I shut it and made my way to the bed, pulling up a seat before staring at his unconscious body. It's been six years since he has been in this state, yet there have been no improvements. The hospital bills kept
Alpha Enzo’s POVIt felt like a dream. The same lady who had occupied my thoughts for the past few days was standing right before me, looking shocked and confused. “Olivia…” I muttered. “You…” she stuttered, clearly shocked to see me. Sarah cleared her throat. “Sir, this is the new intern, Miss Olivia Parker. You asked to see all the new interns.” Her words barely registered as all I could focus on was Olivia standing before me, our eyes interlocking. “Greet,” Sarah urged her. I noticed Olivia nervously licking her lips and composing herself. “Good morning, sir,” she finally said, her voice steady despite the evident tension. “Good morning, Olivia,” I replied, my voice calm but my mind racing. I tore my gaze away from her to address Sarah. “Thank you, Sarah. You can leave us now.” Sarah nodded and quietly exited the room, leaving Olivia and me alone. I moved my gaze back to Olivia, who seemed shocked, confused, and worried. “We meet again.” I smirked, but she swallowed nervously and
Olivia's POVI couldn’t believe I was taking a walk with the very man who killed my parents. To worsen it, he was the Alpha King, the most powerful and influential werewolf in the werewolves' clan. I hadn’t seen or known this man, but I had heard a lot about him—his power, his wolf, and his speed. So much I had heard, and I couldn’t believe this was the same man who murdered my parents. But why would he do that? What did my family do to make him want to annihilate us? But Regardless of what my father might have done, which I doubted, he should have never killed my parents in such a way.“What are you thinking? You seem to blank out.” His words snapped me out of my thoughts, and I had to look up at him, our eyes interlocking. “Nothing,” I murmured and looked away. Anger bubbled inside me at my helplessness. Here was my parents' killer, and yet I knew I wouldn’t be able to get justice. This man was the Alpha King; how could I possibly avenge my parents?“I think I should head back to th
Alpha Enzo's POVIt was past 7 PM, and I was still in my office attending to some documents. A knock landed on my door, and knowing it was my secretary, I asked her in.“Why are you still here? I have asked you to go home,” I grumbled, my eyes still fixed on the documents in my hand.“Apologies, Alpha. I just wanted to finish some important tasks, and besides, I'm not going home straight from here. I'm going to meet with my other colleagues,” she announced, which got me to lift up my gaze to look at her.“Meet? Why?”“We are having a drink out to welcome the new interns,” she explained, and I raised a brow.“All the interns are there?” I asked, and she nodded.“I see. You can go.” She turned to leave, but I stopped her.“Where is the drink out holding?” I was curious and couldn’t tell why.“La Sin club,” she responded, and I signaled her to leave.After she left, I went back to the document in my hand, but I couldn’t concentrate. My thoughts were filled with a certain red-haired girl,
Olivia's POVThe heady scent of lavender enveloped me, making me breathe deeply, craving more of its soothing aroma. As my senses gradually returned, I felt a warm, heavy weight draped over me. My eyes fluttered open, and I blinked in confusion at the sight of a man's arm wrapped around my waist. Panic surged through me, and I jerked away, my heart pounding wildly.“It seems you are awake,” a familiar husky voice remarked, drawing my gaze to the man beside me. I froze, dumbfounded to see Alpha Enzo in the bed with me.“You…” I stammered in shock, my mind struggling to process the situation.“Yes, me.” He responded with a smirk, trying to move closer. I jumped out of the bed, my eyes darting around the unfamiliar, luxurious room.“What… what am I doing here? Whose room is this? How did I get here?” I bombarded him with questions, my voice trembling. His gaze remained unreadable, and it was clear he wasn’t about to answer.My eyes darted to my body, and I noticed with shock that I wasn’
Alpha Enzo's POV“Alpha?” Gamma Luis called, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up to find not just his inquisitive eyes on me, but the eyes of all the council members. Ever since Olivia's audacious display, I hadn’t been myself. Part of me was furious at her for such a stunt in front of these men, but another part was eager to be with her, to punish her for what she did.“I think this meeting should end here,” I said with finality, leaving no room for argument.“Alright, Alpha, but should we proceed with the suggestion?” Gamma Luis asked.I shook my head and rose to my feet. “I will think about it and get back to you. My men will show you the door.” Without waiting for their response, I began making my way up the stairs. Reaching my BDSM room, I typed in the security password, and the door clicked open.Stepping into the room, I saw Olivia standing by the window, her arms crossed against her chest as she glared at me. “I want to go home,” she demanded, her eyes filled with ange
Olivia's POV Standing before the running shower, I roughly scrubbed my body with the sponge, hoping I could wipe off the imprint of his touch on me. Anger and pain bubbled inside me; the thought of being spanked by Alpha Enzo made my blood boil. I couldn’t explain why I agreed to be spanked by him. I should have stood my ground and said no, but I didn’t and allowed him to have his way with me. Turning off the shower, I stepped out of the bathroom and walked into my room. As I wiped my body with the towel, my eyes suddenly fell on a photo frame on my reading desk, and my heart clenched. Picking it up, I swallowed in pain and ran my fingers over the faces of my late parents. Anger and pain bubbled inside me, making a teardrop on my cheek. It had been six years—six years of losing them, six years of them being taken away from me by Alpha Enzo. And now that he was so close to me, I couldn’t do anything about it; I couldn’t avenge my parents' deaths. The sound of the gunshots echoed in
Alpha Enzo’s POVI could see the frightened look on her face the moment I said those words. Actually, I didn’t mean what I said; it was just to tease her, but it seems my words went too far. “You…” She paused and took a deep breath, probably stopping herself from saying what she wanted to say. “Excuse me.” She didn’t wait for me to respond before sprinting away. A frustrated groan left my lips as I watched her leave. I hated the effect she was having on me, the things she was making me do, the words she was making me say. She had totally gotten a hold of me. I have never been this desperate to have someone, as desperate as I am for her.Inhaling deeply, I composed myself and went back into the club. My eyes fell on her at the bar stand as she served Doms and Subs. I could see how uncomfortable she was and how hard she was trying to keep herself composed. Not able to take my eyes off her, I took a seat on one of the couches and settled in. As she served, I couldn’t help but keep starin
Olivia's POV months laterThe city lights shined through the window of our hospital room, a sharp contrast to the sterile white walls and the faint beeping of the monitors. I leaned back against the bed, one hand gripping the railing, the other clutching Enzo’s hand tightly. The contractions had started hours ago, each one stronger and closer together, making my entire body tremble with effort. Enzo sat beside me, his eyes locked on mine, his face full of worry and love. “You're doing amazing, babe,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over the back of my hand. “Just a little longer.” I let out a shaky breath, trying to focus on his voice instead of the pressure building in my abdomen. My hospital gown clung to my damp skin, and the room felt far too bright. “I’m not sure I can do this,” I admitted through gritted teeth as another contraction surged through me. “Yes, you can,” Enzo said firmly, leaning closer. His tone was gentle but commanding, the voice of my Alpha, my husb
Third person POV The wedding reception had gone on for a while, and after their first dance in the moonlight, they decided to leave and call it a night. They were cheered by the crowd as they left, and Enzo lifted Olivia and carried her into the house and up the stairs. He walked into the room and closed the door behind them. He put her down and pushed her into the wall, staring into her eyes before leaning down for a soft kiss, which quickly turned to an urgent one. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled down the zipper of her dress, so it pulled at her feet. They had done this before, but all of a sudden, it felt so new. His hands wandered all over her body, stirring primal heat in her belly. She was so cut in the moment, she did not notice when he brought his hands up to her lingerie which she didn't have the chance to showcase and tore it into two, she only knew that she wanted his mouth on the flesh he had exposed. Before she could get too impatient, Enzo pressed h
Olivia's POV I sat in a quiet corner of my room, my fingers trembling slightly as I adjusted the silver crown resting on my head. The gown I wore felt both delicate and heavy, its lace and flowing fabric brushing against the ground, reminding me of the weight of tonight’s ceremony. This wasn’t just a wedding, it was a coronation. Enzo had insisted that we wasted no time getting married, and within a week of him proposing, everything we needed for the wedding was prepared. He had said that he couldn't wait to have me as his wife, and there was no need dragging the process longer than it already was. I took a deep breath, placing a hand over my belly, willing myself to stay calm. I was only two month pregnant, so my stomach wasn't really protruding. This night wasn’t just for me and Enzo, it was for the entire pack. “Stop fidgeting,” Sonia’s teasing voice broke through my thoughts. I looked up to see her grinning at me, her brown hair pinned back with little silver clips. “You look
Olivia's POVI stood there, shocked at first, and then confused. Enzo has told me that we were attending a birthday party of a business partner, but it seemed he had lied to me. The restaurant was beautiful, much fancier than I expected. The soft glow of golden chandeliers lit the room, reflecting on shiny glasses and silverware. Everything seemed perfect, almost too perfect. There were also just a handful of people inside. Standing there were Sonia, smiling brighter than I’d ever seen her; Adams, who grinned like he had a secret; and Enzo’s mother, her eyes soft and full of emotion. There were also a few other people who seemed to be waiters. I still hadn't fully processed what was going on, and I turned around to look at Enzo with one of my eyebrows raised, and he just laughed. “What’s going on?” I asked myself softly. Enzo walked beside me, his hand lightly on my back. His touch was warm, but something about him felt different tonight. He wasn’t his usual relaxed self. He seem
Olivia's POV I woke up to soft kisses on my face. Smiling, I already knew who it was. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed Alpha Enzo kissing me on my face. I faked annoyance and groaned, but he chuckled and hugged me. "Good morning, mate!" he said softly, and I felt the familiar flutter of butterflies in my stomach. It had been a week since we discovered we were mates, and Enzo had never missed an opportunity to call me that. He called me "mate" literally everywhere—in the office, at the club. In fact, everyone knew I was Enzo's mate. Due to my pregnancy, I was advised to stop working at the club, and I agreed. Now, I only worked at the company. Enzo kissed my forehead and then leaned down to place a kiss on my stomach. I smiled and gently stroked his head as he softly rested it against my stomach. "I can hear his heartbeat," he said, and I smiled, knowing he was telling the truth. Werewolf fathers could hear the heartbeat of their pups just by placing a hand. "How do you know i
Enzo’s POV “Enzo…” I could see the shocked look in her tear-filled eyes when she realized I was awake. “You’re back…” she exclaimed through tears and hugged me, sobbing loudly. “Thank you, Enzo. Thank you for not dying. I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” She blurted out too many words at once, but all I could do was remain numb in her embrace as her words resounded in my ears. I heard something—she said something. When she finally pulled away, she looked at my face with tear-soaked eyes. I could see the relief and excitement in her gaze. “How are you feeling?” she asked, wiping the tears off her face with the back of her hands. I narrowed my gaze at her. The words I heard—the ones that forcefully pulled me out of my unconsciousness—still resounded in my head. “Olivia, what was it you were saying?” I asked softly but curiously. Of course, I clearly heard what she said, but I couldn’t believe it. I wanted her to say it again. Olivia hesitated, fear and worry flickering in her eye
Olivia’s POVFor several minutes, I remained seated, holding Enzo’s hand as I cried silently, watching him remain lifeless. I wished I could turn back the hands of time. I wished I could have asked him questions instead of making such mistakes, which I am now living to regret.The door opened, and Enzo’s mother walked in. I held her gaze and could tell she had been crying; her eyes were red and puffy.“Olivia, the healers want to work on him, and you have to give them space,” she said softly. I nodded and looked back at Enzo, who remained lifeless. Wiping my tears with the back of my hand, I slowly stood up and let go of his hand.Enzo’s mother led me out of the room, and we descended the stairs, arriving at the sitting room where Adams and a familiar lady sat. I frowned when I recognized her as Clara—the same lady we met at the auction. She was the one who told me she and Enzo were once a couple, the one who showed me a picture of her and Enzo and told me he was dangerous. My brow fu
Olivia’s POV Her words hit me like a tidal wave, and I choked out a sob. “He still loves me…” I whispered, my heart aching with the weight of her revelation. “Of course he does,” she said firmly. “And you’re carrying his child. That means something, Olivia. It means you’re family now, no matter what happens. If Enzo wakes up and, for some reason, doesn’t want you, I will make sure you and that baby are protected.” Her declaration left me speechless. The woman who should have hated me was promising me safety, support, and a future. I didn’t know how to respond, so I just nodded, my tears falling freely. She straightened, her presence as regal as ever. “Rest, Olivia. You and this baby are my priority now. I’ll do everything in my power to ensure you’re both safe.” I nodded again but was still concerned and worried about Enzo. “Can I please see him? I really want to see him,” I pleaded desperately. Alpha Enzo's mother nodded immediately. “Yes, I will take you to him once you are d
Olivia's POV I came conscious to the sound of hushed voices around me. Confused, I forced my eyes open, and the first thing that came into view was the white ceiling. Then I turned sideways and met Sonia’s worried but relieved eyes. “Olivia, you’re awake,” she said with relief as she took my hand and gave it a small squeeze. I smiled faintly at her and then shifted my gaze to the other people in the room. The first person I noticed was Adams, his hands shoved into his pockets, wearing a blank expression. But then I saw someone beside him, and my eyes widened silently. It was Alpha Enzo’s mom; I recognized her instantly. Unlike Enzo, she had a relieved look on her face, seemingly grateful to see me. Confused, I swallowed hard and slowly sat up while Sonia helped adjust the pillow behind me. As I darted my eyes around the room, I realized we were in a hospital. Alpha Enzo’s mother stepped forward and stood beside me. I swallowed hard, bracing myself for her to lash out or yell