Olivia's POVThe evening was alive with chatter, laughter, and the sounds of music drifting through the air. It felt like the world had transformed in a single moment, from questioning my strength to celebrating it. A new banquet was held in my honour, bustling with wolves from all packs. They celebrated the victory with an air of camaraderie that was almost palpable. I found myself at the centre, a beacon amidst the joyous throng. My heart swelled with each cheer and smile directed my way.Everywhere I turned, I caught glimpses of admiration. Wolves from neighbouring packs were eager to affirm their support. Despite lingering doubts, they were here, together, united by the thrill of change. I attempted to absorb it all, imprinting every detail into my memory for whatever challenges lay ahead.A small group surrounded me, asking questions I couldn't answer there were still so many things that I didn't understand about being the spirit wolf, and maybe I would never understand. Everyone
Olivias povMy heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't let the fear overtake me, not now, but before I could try and calm my pounding heart, a stark voice pierced through the tension, commanding attention. Elder Marcus, respected and revered, spoke above the murmurs with an authority that silenced even the most restless spirits. "Remain calm," he announced, his voice rolling like thunder amidst the crowd. "There is no cause for panic. Everyone should return to the safety of their rooms until we ascertain the meaning of this omen."The crowd exchanged uncertain glances, their hesitation hanging in the air like a static charge. My instincts screamed that this was the beginning; the dark creatures were coming.People began to rush from the room, fear clearly written all over their faces. Stepping away from Alexander's side, I pushed through the crowd, heading towards the elders. “Elder Marcus,” I called after him as he began to hurry away. He paused, turning to look at me. Fear covered eve
Olivia's POVRest was elusive that night. Each time I closed my eyes, the crimson glow of the red moon seemed to dance on my eyelids, urging them open once more. My thoughts were a furious whirlwind, every whisper of imagination pulling me down paths dark and unknown. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feelings of dread that sat like a stone in my stomach.Wrapped in blankets, I sat by the window, a silent sentinel watching as the moon painted the world in shades of blood and mystery. The beauty of it was undeniable, yet there was an undeniable weight to its presence—a sense that the very air crackled with anticipation.The twins, Sarah and Liam, slept soundly in the bed next to Alexander, unaware of the change in the air or the looming threat. Their soft, rhythmic breathing had often been my lullaby. Tonight, however, it was a stark contrast to my restless state—a reminder of what I stood to protect. The image of them at peace gave me fleeting comfort but also a renewed
Alexander's POVThe room erupted in chaos as the wooden doors slammed against the walls, echoing the inner turmoil each of us felt. Instinctively, I moved in front of Olivia, a rush of adrenaline surging through me, my senses heightened. The elders and alphas spun towards the source, eyes widening as fear and confusion crossed their features.A soldier staggered through the opening, his uniform tattered, face pale with exhaustion and panic. “The southern border,” he gasped, struggling to catch his breath. “The wolf packs—they were attacked. Heavy casualties.”His words hung in the air like a dark cloud, suffocating the room with the weight of their implication. The silence shattered into a cacophony of shouting and frantic whispers. Pack leaders began to argue, pointing fingers, voices rising in agitation and despair. Elder Marcus raised his arms, but his attempts at order drowned beneath the tide of voices.I glanced at Olivia, standing steadfast despite the storm brewing around us.
Olivia's POVThe room had settled into an uneasy calm, the echoes of urgency still pulsing beneath the surface. As I stood at the centre, the red moon's hue lingering in my memory, I felt the weight of their eyes on me. These werewolves—mighty alphas who had once doubted my power—now looked to me for guidance. It wasn’t just strength they sought. It was hope.I took a deep breath, feeling Alexander's warm presence at my back, supportive and unyielding. “We don't have the luxury of time,” I said, my voice steady. “We need to return to our kingdoms and prepare for what is to come. But know this—we won’t face it alone. I will go to the worst-hit area, but I can’t do this without you. Each one of you is vital.”Around me, heads nodded, understanding etched into their eyes. The alphas, including Victor, nodded in agreement, a unified front forming in response to the threat hanging over us. This was no longer just about power or politics; it was about survival.Cole stepped forward, his exp
Olivias pov I left the twins, not bothering to hide the tears that streaked my face; saying goodbye to them was much harder than any battle I would ever face. My heart ached to stay, but the knowledge of what lay ahead fueled my resolve.Lydia rushed toward us just as we reached the car, her face flushed with urgency. "Olivia! Wait!" she called, her voice piercing the early morning hush.I paused, turning to face her. Concern mixed with a fierce resolve painted her features. "Lydia, we can't wait too long. It's too dangerous," I warned."But I want to come with you!" Lydia insisted, stepping closer. Her eyes were wide, filled with a bravery that mirrored my own. "I can help, Olivia. Please, let me come."Ethan, who had been leaning casually against the car, frowned. "It's not safe, Lydia," he interjected, his tone firm yet gentle. "We don't know what we're walking into, and I can't let you risk it.""But my medical skills might be needed," she pleaded, though her voice wavered under
Olivia's POVIn 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 fam
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