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 went over to the mirror. Standing before the mirror, I smiled at my reflection. Today was my fourteenth birthday, and if I was lucky, I might get my wolf. I was so excited and anxious at the same time. Taking a deep breath, I left the mirror and took my bath. After bathing, I got dressed in the new dress Mother had gotten for me and then packed my hair in a bun before leaving the room. Arriving at the sitting room, I met everyone at the table: Mother, Father, and my elder brother James. They all smiled at me. “Happy birthday, Olivia,” they chorused in unison. “Thanks, everyone.” I placed a kiss on Father’s cheek and then on Mother's before moving to James. “Are you excited?” James asked, and I smiled and nodded. I wanted to take my seat but noticed my favorite juice wasn’t on the table, so I excused myself and went to the kitchen. After picking up the can of juice, I heard loud voices coming from the dining room. Confused, I peeped through the kitchen door, and my breath hitched in my chest when I saw three masked men pointing guns at Father, Mother, and James. “Who…” Before my Father could speak or shift to his wolf, the men fired countless shots at them, and my family dropped dead. My legs became weak. I wanted to scream, but my voice failed me. “Check if they are dead,” the one who seemed like the leader spoke, and with teary eyes, I watched the men check on them and confirm they were dead. “Good!” The man I assumed was the leader pulled up his sleeve as he checked his wristwatch, and I noticed a scorpion tattoo on his wrist. “We should go,” he ordered the two men, who obeyed and followed him out. After they left, I stumbled out of the kitchen, rushed to Mother, and shook her. “Mother!” I cried but got no response. I went to Father and did the same thing but got no response from him. With panting breath and tears streaming down my face, I stumbled towards James, hoping against hope that he would wake up. “James, please,” I whispered, shaking his shoulder gently, but there was no movement, no response. The reality of the situation crashed down on me like a tidal wave, overwhelming and suffocating. My family, my world, was gone in an instant. Numbness spread through my limbs, and a dizzying sensation swept over me. I clutched at the edge of the dining table for support, but it felt like the ground was slipping away beneath me. The room began to spin, the walls closing in around me. I struggled to breathe, the air thick with the scent of fear and blood. Darkness crept into the edges of my vision, threatening to engulf me entirely. With trembling hands, I reached out for something, anything to hold on to, but my strength failed me. As the world blurred into shadows, the last thing I remembered was the scorpion tattoo on the masked man's wrist.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
Alpha Enzo's POVObeying my command, the sub began trailing her fingers from her boobs down to her stomach, and then she located her pussy. I watched her spread her thighs wider as she slowly inserted two fingers into her pussy and moaned. As she fingered herself, her hand went to her nipple, and she began rubbing it while I groaned, unbuckled my belt, unzipped, and took out my semi-hardened dick.When the sub got a glimpse of my dick, she stared at it with desire while increasing the pace of her fingers.“On your feet and pick up the vibrator from the bed,” I ordered.“Yes, master,” she obeyed and quickly went for the vibrator.“Can you take double penetration?” I asked.“Yes, master,” she replied excitedly.“Good girl, come here,” I said. She obeyed and moved closer to me. Gently, I caressed her cheek while she closed her eyes and mumbled at my touch. “Get on the bed and face me.”“Yes, master.” She climbed on the bed and knelt before me.“Put the vibrator in you,” I ordered while I
Olivia's POVI saw him walking away, and I excused myself to follow him, only to realize he wasn’t leaving; rather, he was entering one of the VIP private rooms. Probably, the sub was waiting for him.Going back to the bar, I met with Sonia, who was serving drinks to some Doms. “Are you okay? You’ve been acting strange ever since you returned from the dance. Did something happen there?” she asked, and I didn’t know how to tell her. How do I tell her that the man who had led the gang that murdered my parents and put my brother in a coma was right here, covered in a mask?“Oli, you can tell me anything, you know that, right?” she pressed on while I flashed her a weak smile and nodded. “Don’t worry, Sonia, it’s nothing serious,” I assured her. Sonia gave me a worried look before shrugging her shoulders. “If you say so,” she said and went back to work.Sucking a deep breath, I continued working, but from time to time, I looked around, hoping to see him again. I didn’t want him to just dis
Olivia's POV“This is great news, Olivia. I am so happy for you,” Sonia said excitedly the moment I broke the news to her. “So when do you start?” “Tomorrow. I'm excited and also nervous,” I said, and Sonia gave me a comforting squeeze on the shoulders. “Don't worry. I believe you will do just great there,” she assured me, and I smiled at her encouragement, which was exactly what I needed.“Sonia!” a DOM called for Sonia’s service, and she left while I continued cleaning the glass. Suddenly, I felt a strange yet familiar sensation and lifted my head. When I did, I noticed he was standing right across from me. Despite the black mask, I easily recognized him because of his remarkable shade of green eyes, which I haven't seen on anyone else. To be sure it was really him, I moved my gaze to his wrist but noticed the sleeves of his shirt were covering the tattoo.“We meet again,” he smirked while I frowned and lifted my gaze to look up at him. Our eyes interlocked, and I stared back at him
Olivia's POVStepping 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 uncomfor