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
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