Having failed to secure a mate, Olivia black was forced to marry Lucien, the heir of Moonblood family who couldn't control his wolf. Fearing that he would never be able to control his wolf, he rejected her after three years out of fear that he would accidentally kill her. Left with no choice, she partakes in the year's bonding ceremony, and for the second time in history ; A wolf bonded two mates. Unfortunately for her, she found herself bonded to the worst mates possible . One is a half human adopted into a powerful pure blood family, the other is a feared Alpha who was rumored to have masscred his entire family. An Alpha and a Lycan. This was the beginning of her journey, a journey she couldn't even see how it would end.
View MoreOLIVIA’S POVThe ride home from Blackbeard Pack was painfully silent. Damon drove, his hands firm on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched as if lost in thought. I sat beside him, staring out the window, letting the passing trees blur together. My mind was still stuck on everything that had happened back there—the tension, the revelations, the way Lucien had barely even looked at me before storming off. I hated that look in his eyes.Disappointment. Anger. Possession. He hadn’t even given me the chance to explain, but then again, what was there to explain? He knew what happened. He saw the mark, the change in my tattoo. There was no justifying what had already been done. And worst of all, I couldn’t even bring myself to regret it. That was the worst part—the part that made me feel like the lowest kind of person. I wasn’t supposed to crave Damon. I wasn’t supposed to have wanted him the way I did. But last night, every rational thought had melted away the moment he touched me.N
LUCIEN’S POVThe drive home was a blur. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white, and my jaw was clenched hard enough to crack my teeth. The streetlights flickered past, but I barely noticed them. All I could see—all I could think about—was Olivia.And him. Damon.I exhaled sharply, forcing my breathing to stay even. It didn’t work. The rage coiled inside me like a living thing, twisting and tightening in my chest, threatening to suffocate me.She had been mine. She was mine. For three years, she had been my wife. Three years of shared nights, of whispered secrets, of tangled sheets, soft gasps in the dark and loud moans in the kitchen. And now, after just four months apart, another man had touched her. Another man had claimed her. I shook my head, trying to push the thought away. It didn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. But Zephyr, my lycan, had other ideas. “You’re a fool if you think you can forget.” I gritted my teeth. I don’t want to talk
DAMON’S POVThe evening air was thick with tension, the weight of everything that had transpired pressing down on me like a boulder. I could still hear Olivia’s soft cries in the distance, muffled but persistent, curling through the air like a ghost refusing to leave. But I didn’t turn around. Not yet. I made my way toward Daiki, his expression neutral, but I could tell by the way his arms were crossed and the way his jaw tightened that he had questions. And I knew exactly what they were. The moment I stepped beside him, he wasted no time.“How did you know?” he asked, his voice low but firm.I let out a slow breath, glancing around to ensure no one was too close before answering. “Because I know Alaric.”Daiki narrowed his eyes. “And that means?” I turned my gaze to him, watching the way his brows furrowed, the way his stance shifted slightly—he was skeptical, and I didn’t blame him. “Alaric doesn’t like his operations to be messy,” I said, tucking my hands into my pockets. “He d
OLIVIA’S POVLucien was leaving. He was really leaving me behind to be here with Damon. My breath hitched as I watched him walk away, his broad shoulders tense, his strides full of purpose—full of pain. I could feel it, radiating off him like a storm waiting to break. My heart pounded in my chest, my legs trembling as I took a step forward, instinctively reaching out for him. I had to stop him.I had to explain to him that whatever he thinks happened between Damon and me last night was caused by loneliness. I surged forward, but before I could take another step, a strong hand wrapped around my arm, yanking me back with force.“Let me go!” I hissed, twisting against the grip, my voice filled with desperation.Damon. He held me effortlessly, his fingers firm yet unbothered, as if my struggle meant nothing to him. His golden eyes gleamed with something unreadable, something sharp that sliced into me like a dagger. “There’s no need to run after him,” he said, his voice infuriatingly
LUCIEN’S POVThe noon air was sharp against my skin, biting, relentless. But I welcomed the sting. Anything to distract me from the fury clawing its way through my chest.I gripped the stone railing of the balcony, my knuckles whitening as I stared out into the vast stretch of land beyond Blackbeard Pack. The sky was dull, heavy with thick clouds that threatened a storm. Fitting. Because inside me, a storm was already raging. Zephyr, my Lycan, was restless. It paced in my mind, snarling, barely contained beneath my skin. The beast had been pushing against the edges of my control since I stepped into this cursed castle, and after what had just happened with Damien, it was closer to breaking free than ever.I exhaled sharply, trying to steady myself.Damien knew something. He always did. He was too calm, too composed. And now, after all that talk of Olivia being in danger, he was suddenly claiming she was safe? What did he mean by that? Did he know who was going to attack?It didn’t s
DAMON’S POVThe grand hall was filled with a heavy silence after Olivia’s question, her wide eyes darting between us, searching for answers we weren’t willing to give. She wanted to know why she was here, why I had taken her, why no one would explain anything.Too bad for her.I leaned back against the edge of the table, watching her with an impassive stare, arms crossed over my chest. The truth she wanted so desperately would never pass my lips. I wasn’t about to expose my brother’s existence, not when I had spent years ensuring the world believed he was dead.Daiki shifted beside me, shooting me a questioning glance, as if asking if I was really going to ignore her completely. I was, but I didn’t have to. Because the moment Olivia opened her mouth to demand answers again, a voice shattered through the hall.“Olivia!”The raw desperation in that voice made my jaw twitch.Lucien.The sound of his boots pounding against the floor echoed through the castle as he ran toward the room, hi
LUCIEN’S POVThe road stretched endlessly before me, the pale morning light glinting off the damp asphalt. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were white. My heart raced, pounding against my ribs like a frantic drumbeat, and the heavy weight in my chest made it hard to breathe. Olivia’s voice from her voicemail echoed in my head, trembling and full of fear.Damon is taking me somewhere. He said I’m not safe…please come find me. Every word replayed like a haunting melody, twisting the knife deeper into my gut. My mate—my Olivia—was in danger, and I hadn’t been there to protect her. The thought alone made my stomach churn. I pushed the gas pedal harder, the car surging forward. Behind me, Ben and Aslaug followed in their own vehicle, their headlights a constant reminder of the weight of this mission. The dream I’d had earlier still lingered, vivid and suffocating. In it, I’d seen her face—bloodied, she was being abducted. I had jolted awake, drenched in swe
ALARIC’S POVThe morning light bled through the cracks in the heavy curtains of my office, casting faint golden streaks against the stone walls. The room smelled of cedarwood and leather, a scent I had come to associate with both comfort and control. I leaned back in the worn leather chair, shirtless, my bare chest exposed to the cool air. My eyes were fixed on the small locket I held in my hands, its delicate chain looped around my fingers. The locket was old, tarnished with age, but the image inside was as sharp as the day it had been placed there. My parents—stoic and proud—stood side by side, their eyes carrying the weight of the world, just as mine did now. I wondered if they’d be proud of the man I had become or disgusted by the blood that now stained my hands. I closed my eyes, running my thumb over the locket’s edge. For years, I had built this empire, piece by piece, clawing my way out of obscurity and into power. I had lived in the shadows, orchestrating chaos from afar, m
DAMON’S POVThe tension in the car was suffocating.Olivia sat beside me, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her breathing uneven. She hadn’t spoken since I took her phone and switched it off, and I could feel her eyes boring into me. Her silence wasn’t out of respect—it was fear, and that fear clung to the air like a thick mist. I could sense it, hear it in the faint tremble of her breath, and though I’d never admit it out loud, it weighed on me. Lucien’s name flashed on my phone screen again, breaking the quiet. I gritted my teeth and declined the call. Again. The fifth time in less than ten minutes. The guy was relentless.“What are you doing?” Olivia finally asked, her voice cracking. I didn’t respond. Instead, I declined Lucien’s call one more time and then turned my phone off, tossing it into the dashboard.“Why are you doing this?” she asked again, louder this time. “Why won’t you let me talk to him?”I shot her a quick look but kept my hands steady on the wheel. “Beca
Olivia's Pov: I barely had time to brace for it before his fist nearly snapped my neck in two with a gut-wrenching blow as I fell hard to the ground, tears welling on my face. “You stupid bitch!", he yelled, his face contorted with rage. He was in one of his moods again, the occasional periods where his wolf starts to lose control and he tears up anything in his way, more than often, I'm usually the one in the way of his tantrums. My hands shook violently as the porcelain cup in my hands hit the ground, shattering to pieces in an echoing screech. At the sound, Lucien lunged for me, his foot stamping hard at my ribs knocking the air out of me. I gasped as I struggled to breathe, my small hands tightening around my chest, but he wasn't done. He grabbed me from the marble floor, throwing me on top of the dining table, his fists balled, eyebrows scrunched in seething anger. Each blow punctuated his lupine rage; he wasn't going to stop; he just kept hitting me across the face...
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