Olivia's POV
In the best Royal Hospital's delivery room, my sister, our Luna Queen, was giving birth to her baby. She had a perfect family and a perfect marriage. My mother clung to my father, and my sister's Beloved husband, Alexander, our Alpha, stood anxiously by the door, his fist clenched, praying for good news.
And also me, Olivia Miller, a family member who seemed like an outsider. I stood a little away from them and leaned on the wall. During the long wait, my thoughts flew to some past bad memories.A red cigarette butt pressed hard against the top of my hand. I screamed out in agony, covering my arm as I stumbled and fell."Olivia, do you like the new scar?" My sister asked, looking at me with a smile.I don't say a word, looking down in silence. She snorted softly and left with her friend laughing.My sister had always been the most favoured one in the family. She earned all of the attention of my parents and even the whole pack while I was the invisible daughter of the family. My mom never asked my sister about her faults when my sister and I fought. She always believed that I had initiated the dispute. She was even more oblivious to my sister tormenting me as if she didn't need me as her daughter. My sister only moderated her behaviour a little in front of Dad, but most of the time, Dad didn't care what was going on in the house. He had too many more important things to deal with.A scream snapped me out of my memories. A nurse ran out of the operating room in a panic."Luna is bleeding a lot. We can't control the situation" Her sleeve was covered in stinging blood."Why is this happening? Please do something." Alexander stared intently at the nurse, demanding that she take immediate action."We will." Dad and Mom tensed their hands on each other. My heart tightened as well. At least, she was my only sister.I could hear the doctors' shouting orders and nurses rushing to and fro, but it all seemed like background noise as I focused on my sister's cries. The sound was gut-wrenching, a raw display of agony that suddenly tore through me.Actually, my sister was not so bad when she was a baby girl. We used to share toys and cookies. But when she grew older, her attitude changed quickly. She started to take me as her enemy rather than her sister. I tried to talk to her, but she never wanted me anymore.Hearing her gradually weakening cry, I clenched my fists, feeling helpless in the face of her suffering. I wished that I could take her pain away. I couldn't tell myself that I didn't care about her anymore. I wanted to run to her, to hold her hand and tell her everything would be okay. But I knew there was nothing I could do except wait and hope for the best. Despite all the pain and suffering she has caused me over the years, I still wanted to take away all her pain,After what felt like an eternity, the screams stopped snapping me out of my thoughts. The silence that followed was deafening. My eyes burned with tears as we awaited news from the doctors.I kept my eyes on Alexander, and with each passing second, I could see him breaking more. The doctor emerged from the room, his face grim and serious. "It was a boy," his voice was cold and broken. His words burned into me as he confirmed our fears with just that one word. "was". He continued talking, but his words didn't stick with me. Everything became a blur, with only some words sinking in and cutting deeper into my heart. With the word dying, all the years of pain she had coursed me melted away as I realised I was losing my sister. The pain in my chest became unbearable, but as I looked over at my mother and father, I knew that I had to be strong for them. Alexander rushed into the room, not waiting for the doctor to finish. We followed in behind him. My sister's breathing was shallow and laboured as she lay there, her eyes fluttering open to meet Alexander's gaze, her voice barely above a whisper. "Alexander, my love, my king, I can't believe I'm leaving you so soon", she said, her voice hoarse with pain. "You promised me on our wedding day that you would love me forever. Please remember that promise."Alexander held her hand tightly, his expression pained. He leant down, gently kissing her head. "I promise, my love, I will love you forever", he chucked out through sobs.My sister gave a weak smile, her eyes closing slowly as she took one final breath before slipping away from us. The room fell silent, the only sound being the quiet sobs of those who loved her.My mother lifted her head from my father's chest, her eyes burning into me. "it should have been you," she spat at me, her words burning deep as they hit me.I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. My mother has always made it very clear that she doesn't like me, but for her to say something so cruel at a time like this was a new low for her. Before I was able to do anything, Alexander spoke, his voice stern but filled with pain and grief. "This has nothing to do with her. Please be quiet and have some respect for your passed daughter".I couldn't stand to be in the room any longer. "I'm sorry", my voice barely above a whisper as I turned and left the room. My heart pounding in my chest, and my body was shaking uncontrollably. Once I was outside the room, I gripped my chest, holding onto the wall as I slid to the ground, unable to breathe.The weight of grief crushes me slowly. Sitting on the cold hospital floor, I never felt so alone in my life.I sat there, hugging my knees to my chest, trying to make sense of everything that had just happened. Today was meant to be a day filled with celebration of the birth of my nephew, but instead, it had turned into a day of heartbreak and loss. My sister was gone along with her son, who never even got to take his first breath. Both of them leave behind a shattered family.The next few days were all a blur. I did my best to stay out of everyone's way. The funeral came around, and I did my best to try and be strong for my family, but as the day went on, I found myself losing control of my emotions. Standing by my mother's side, tears started to fall uncontrollably from my eyes as I looked over at my father, who was hunched over with grief. Even though he had spent most of my life ignoring me, seeing him that way made me completely lose control. Without a word, I snuck off, heading to the bathroom. My vision was blurry because the contacts my father had always made me wear to cover the true grey colour of my eyes, making them brown instead, had moved.I entered the bathroom. My vision was still blurry. I quickly made my way to the sink to fix my contact lenses when, suddenly, I heard a voice behind me."Why are you here? You should be with your parents." Alexander frowned.Startled, I turned around to see Alexander standing there, his eyes blazing with disagreement and question."I...I'm sorry, I just needed to..." My eyes were grey, unlike my family's brown eyes. My father insisted I should always wear contacts to conceal my eye colour.But before I could say anything else, he cut me off.He stepped closer to me and stared into my eyes. Did he notice my eyes' unusual colour? How should I explain this? I couldn't reveal my secret.Alexander had heard of some female wolves using tricks to make themselves look more beautiful. He believed the girl in front of him did something to her own eyes."Do you think it's appropriate to pay attention to your appearance at your sister's funeral? Or are you planning on trying to seduce me?"I froze in fear, unable to answer his questions as he made his way towards me."I always thought your mother hated you because of her prejudice, but now it seems that she was right", his words burned into me."No, no! That's not why I'm here! I swear!" I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.He ignored my pleading, grabbing me roughly by the arm and dragging me out of the bathroom."Look at what this girl is capable of! Trying to seduce me at her own sister's funeral. She has no respect for anyone or anything!" His words echoed through the halls as he shouted for everyone to hear.My mother's face filled with anger, and my father put his head down, not wanting to be a part of the embarrassment. Everyone turned their attention to me, yelling harsh words at me. The weight of their judgement felt suffocating as I wanted to defend myself, but as I tried to speak, nothing would come out. Pulling my arm out of his grip, I ran as fast as I could away from there.I found myself running towards the door, tears blurring my vision and shame eating away at my heart. I couldn't believe how quickly everything had spiralled out of control. All I wanted to do was fix my contact lenses, but now I was being accused of something so terrible.As I ran, I could hear the whispers and harsh words of my family echoing in my ears. Even the voice of my dead sister telling me that I should have died instead of her. The pain cut deep into my soul.I finally made it outside, gasping for breath as I collapsed onto the grass, my tears falling on the grass beneath me. What had I done to deserve something like this? Why did my own family hate me so much? My heart was breaking into a million pieces as I lay there, trying to calm my racing heart and quiet the storm of emotions raging inside me.I stood at the top of the stairs, my footsteps were a little tramping, ever since Alexander accused me of seducing him at the funeral, my mom hated me even more and my dad never cared for me anymore. And my situation in the pack got even worse, people started bullying me, every place I went I was accused of having no shame in seducing my own brother-in-law, not to mention that Alexander was our Alpha king, the dream of countless she-wolves. I had completely become the bitch they called me.I had tried to defend myself, but the word of our Alpha King Alexander was authority and I had no chance to get rid of the sin.I saw my dad and mom sitting downstairs at the dining room table, no one talking, and I walked over to them and sat down. Mom rolled her eyes at me, and Dad didn't even look at me, just focusing on his paper."Hey, Mum and Dad, I have something really important to tell you," I began nervously.My mom crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. I'd been stupid to think that they
The pain from my poor choices yesterday woke me up. I still can't believe how stupid I had been, letting their words get to me the way they did and allowing my anger to take control of me. I hardly paid any attention to my wounds yesterday. All I wanted to do was go to sleep. I didn't bother going to my parents about what my bullies did to me. I would have just been wasting my time going to them. I told them when I was younger about being picked on, my mum just ignored me, and dad told me not to go outside. If I stayed home, then they wouldn't be able to get to me. I've learnt over the years to deal with my pain alone.Going to the bathroom, I grabbed some concealer to cover my bruises as best as I could; I didn't want to leave the house looking as bad as I did.Standing in front of the mirror, trying to hide the bruises as best as I could, a voice suddenly echoed in my mind. It was soft and familiar. "Olivia," it called out gently.Startled, I looked around the empty bathroom, wond
I stood in front of the mirror, tugging at the hem of the white dress that hung awkwardly on my body. The fabric was scratchy against my skin, and I couldn't help but feel out of place in it. It was clear that this dress was not made for me; it was a hand-me-down from my sister, who had a better figure than me.As I fidgeted with the neckline, trying to make it suit just right, I couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that settled in my stomach. This wasn't what I would have chosen to wear to meet Alexander, it was given by my mom. She handed me the dress with an evil smile, saying that she would not be wasting any of her time or money on getting me a new dress.I sighed as I smoothed down the skirt; it didn't matter how uncomfortable or out of place I felt in this dress because I didn't have a choice but to wear it; if I walked out in anything other than what my mother had chosen for me, she would punish me worse than ever before.The sickening feeling in my stomach kept growing
Standing at the entrance of the grand hall, I nervously surveyed the hundreds of guests who had gathered to celebrate my wedding to King Alexander. My heart pounded in my chest as all eyes turned towards me, and my hands trembled with anxiety.As I walked down the aisle, memories of my sister’s funeral flooded my mind, causing a lump to form in my throat. I couldn’t bring myself to look at Alexander. I could feel his cold gaze on me, a stark contrast to the warmth and love I had always hoped for in a partner. I focused on my breathing, trying my hardest not to mess this up and fall on my face. my sister’s dress was tight, and it was hard to breathe in the smell of her perfume still lingering.I reached the altar, and Alexander’s icy blue eyes bore into mine. His expression was cold, showing no emotions at all.“Repeat after me,” the officiant commanded, breaking the tense silence between us. I swallowed hard and tried to focus on the words being spoken, but all I could hear was the po
One year later."You don't actually like that woman, do you? I'm the better choice for you," I was about to knock on the door when I heard a familiar woman's voice.I was here at Alexander's study to ask him his opinion on something about the up-and-coming ball we are holding here for Alpha Victor from the neighboring kingdom.I pause, taking a step forward to look through the crack that's in the door, seeing my sister's best friend Rebecca standing in front of Alexander.Rebecca said confidently, her eyes locked on Alexander's. As the best friend of my departed sister, Alexander had been kind to her and in these years, Rebecca had frequently visited the palace and acted like she was the female host of this place.From her behaviour, I knew she wanted to replace me and be together with Alexander.“Rebecca, mind your words. You’re Cassandra's best friend. Do you want to replace her, too?” Alexander coldly stared at her.“No no, my King,“ Rebecca hurried to explain for herself, “ You k
Alexander's POVIt has been one year since my marriage to Olivia. The hardest thing has been controlling my wolf and not letting it overtake me. I don't know why, but my wolf is crazily infatuated with her. My wolf has never acted in this way to Cassandra.Olivia is the younger sister of my dead wife. I shouldn't have any feelings for her, and neither should my wolf, especially since I promised Cassandra that I wouldn't fall in love with another woman again. I find myself watching Olivia sometimes from a distance, my wolf always telling me to want her the same way it does.Sitting in my study, trying to focus on my work, the voice of my wolf started whispering in my mind."She's so beautiful, Alexander. Can't you see that?"I shook my head, trying to push away the thoughts that were flooding my mind. "No, we can't do this. She's off limits.""But why? You deserve happiness, too. And she stirs something in me that I can't ignore. Please, just consider it," the wolf pleaded.I rubbed my
Alexander's PovFor some reason, when I saw another man touching Olivia, the anger in my heart could no longer be suppressed. I took her away from Victor. I didn't care if he was only looking at the colour of her eyes; I didn't want him or any other man near her. Taking her over to a deserted corner, I held her close to me as I stared down into her eyes, which were filled with surprise and confusion."What are you doing?" Olivia asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. It was clear by her question and how tense her body was that being this close to me made her uncomfortable. "I don't want anyone else touching you," I replied, my tone firm and possessive. Without giving her a chance to speak, I leaned in and captured her lips with mine. The kiss was intense, fuelled by the emotions that had been building up inside me.At first, Olivia seemed taken aback by me kissing her after all I hardly kissed her at all. But as our lips moved together, she melted into my arms, slowly starti
I sat in the dimly lit room, my hands trembling with fear as I tried to come up with a plan. Alexander stood before me, his eyes cold and accusing."Why are you lying to me, Olivia?" he growled, his voice laced with anger. "You know what you did to my wife.""I didn't do anything!" I protested, tears welling in my eyes. "She was cruel to me, but I could never kill her. She was my sister and despite all the horrible things she did to me, I loved her."Alexander's expression changed from rage to a terrifying calm."Shut up! How can you say that about your sister? Slandering Cassandra will only make it worse for you." He looked at me with dark eyes, and what he said broke my heart again. "someone saw you fighting with her the day before you died and that you were alone with her hours before when she went into labour, and everything went wrong."Cassandra was always a kind and pure person in his heart. And I was framed for her murder and no one believed me.Panic gripped my heart as I sta