Olivia's POV The weight of the past few days pressed heavily on my shoulders as I made my way through the opulent hallways of the Moonstone Hotel. Golden chandeliers cast a warm glow on the polished marble floors, but their beauty did little to soothe my frayed nerves. Every step felt like it reverberated with the secret I held. I had killed Alpha Derek, and Cassandra, now imprisoned, could expose me to the elders at any moment. My heart pounded in my chest as I approached Alexander's suite, my pulse quickening with every step. I knew what I had to do; I had to tell him my fears. Before Cassandra could speak, we needed to go to the elders ourselves. I knocked softly but with urgency, my mind racing. The door creaked open, revealing Alexander's tall, imposing figure. His intense green eyes softened as he saw me. "Olivia," he greeted, his voice a soothing balm to my fraught nerves. "What's wrong?" I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me. "Alexander, I need to talk to y
Alexander's POV The second day from the last. The city lights shimmered against the approaching dusk as I walked Olivia home. Her laughter echoed in the evening air, sounding like a melody that soothed the restless beast inside me. It was a sound I hoped never to part with. "Thank you for walking me back," she said, casting me a warm, sincere smile. "Of course," I replied, my voice steady but laced with unspoken fears. As we strolled side by side, I couldn't ignore the warmth of her hand in mine. My fingers grazed over the symbol etched on my skin, and suddenly, it burned—a cruel reminder of the impending full moon ceremony and the unanswered questions gnawing at me—questions I needed resolved if I were to protect Olivia and our twins, Liam and Sarah. As we reached her hotel, I felt a wave of unease. We entered the lobby and took the elevator, the silence between us filled with electric anticipation. Finally, we stood outside her room. "Well, this is it," I said, the words tastin
Olivia's POVOne day before the full moon ceremony. The warmth of the bed and the rhythmic rise and fall of Alexander’s chest beneath my ear brought me a comfort I hadn’t felt in what seemed like an eternity. The world might be spinning with threats and turmoil, but wrapped in his arms. I felt cocooned from it all. Every muscle in my body, so used to tension, found peace in his arms. For once, the insistent hum of worry that usually plagued my thoughts was silenced. As I drifted into sleep, a familiar scene unfolded before me. Two white wolves glistened against the backdrop of silver moonlight, their fur almost ethereal. They circled around me, their eyes holding a wisdom I yearned to understand. This dream was no stranger to me, but tonight, there was a palpable urgency to it. The wolves' eyes met mine, and suddenly, I felt as though I was standing on the cusp of understanding something huge. Their gaze pierced through the veil of sleep, bringing with it a rush of emotions—fear,
Alexander’s POV Closing Olivia’s door behind me, I felt the weight of yesterday’s intimacy settle in my bones. It was a night I wouldn't soon forget, but the symbol on my hand burned with a persistent ache that reminded me of my duties. As I headed down the dimly lit corridor, my thoughts were clouded by the full moon ceremony, Olivia’s dreams, and the ominous connection between them. I nearly collided with Victor in the hallway. His tall frame loomed just ahead, his expression calm yet knowing. He gave me a discerning look as I approached, and I could almost see the questions forming in his amber eyes. “Good morning, Alexander,” Victor greeted, his voice smooth yet carrying a hint of curiosity. “Morning,” I replied, trying to keep my voice as steady as his, though my mind was a turbulent storm. Victor’s gaze shifted to my hand, where the mysterious symbol had made its presence known. “Have you had any luck finding out more about that symbol?” I looked down at my hand, flexing
Alexanders povStanding outside the door to the elder’s office, I hesitated. The weight of my confession loomed over me like a storm cloud ready to break. I took a deep breath and adjusted my glove, making sure the mark on my hand was hidden. The last thing I needed was for the elders to see it and complicate matters even further. I knocked a hollow sound echoing in the quiet hallway. My mind was a tangled mess. I knew that I couldn’t tell them the complete truth; I had to protect Olivia and Lidia at all costs, even if that meant putting myself in the firing line. “Enter,” a gravelly voice commanded from within. I pushed the door open and made my way inside. The room was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of old books and candles. The elders sat around a long, ornate table, their expressions varying from curious to indifferent. Victor's threat echoed in my mind. “What is it, Alexander? I hope this interruption is important,” Elder Greyson, the head elder, remarked, not lookin
Olivia's POVI closed my eyes, and the two white wolves appeared straight away. What did they want? And why couldn’t I work their message out? Letting out a loud sigh, I dragged myself out of bed, pushing aside the questions that tormented my waking hours. I had to find someone who could help me work this out, and the only person I could think of was Victor. After slipping on a simple dress, I looked at myself in the mirror. My reflection was both foreign and familiar: a woman who had grown from a weak, wolfless girl into a strong, resilient mother. I smoothed my hair, tucked a stray lock behind my ear, and took a deep breath before heading out of my room. Descending the stairs, the sound of voices reached my ears, pulling me from my thoughts. As I rounded the last corner, I saw Victor standing near the desk, talking to one of the hotel's staff. His authoritative presence filled the room. “Victor,” I called out, my voice steady despite the rapid beating of my heart. He turned to
Olivias povLater that night, I slid into bed next to Alexander, the warmth of his body immediately soothing my lingering anxieties. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the night outside and Alexander's rhythmic breathing. His presence was a grounding force, anchoring me against the storm of emotions and fears brewing within me. Slowly, I closed my eyes, seeking refuge in the comfort his proximity provided. As sleep finally began to claim me, the dream returned with startling clarity. I found myself standing in a dense, shadowed forest, the scent of pine and earth enveloping me. The sky above was painted in the pale hues of twilight, casting an otherworldly glow on the surroundings. Then they appeared—two white wolves, their fur shimmering under the ethereal light. Their eyes, pools of ancient wisdom, met mine, and a familiar sense of urgency surged through me. "Please," I called out, my voice echoing into the forest. "I need answers. What do you want from me?" The wolve
Olivias povI spent the whole day tucked away in my room, devouring every book I could find about spirit wolves, dark rogues, and even ones about dreams. Each page turned was a desperate grasp for understanding, but nothing held the answers I sought. As the golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow on scattered volumes, the door creaked open. Victor stepped into the room, his presence a mix of authority and familial concern. "Olivia," he began, his voice low and calm. "We need to leave soon for the full moon ceremony." I let out a loud sigh and closed the book in front of me, pressing my fingers to the bridge of my nose to stave off the impending headache. "I haven’t found anything, Victor. Spirit wolves and dark rogues seem like nothing more than bedtime stories." Victor crossed the room, his expression softening as he took a seat beside me. "Stop worrying so much. The dreams probably don’t mean anything." "You're probably right," I conceded,