Olivia's povWe gathered in the great hall. I sat by Victor's side as we watched the pack members file in. Everyone was still talking about my face being revealed. Rumours spread about why I hid my face, but Victor had hushed them as fast as they came. As Victor stood at the front of the hall, the atmosphere grew tense. The doors were closed, and all eyes were on him. His voice boomed through the room, commanding everyone's attention."We are here today for justice," Victor began, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "Justice for the criminals that infiltrated our pack and caused so much pain."I felt a knot form in my stomach as I watched Rebecca being brought in by guards alongside the guard from Alexander's kingdom who had aided her. They still hadn't found the other culprit responsible for the chaos that had ensued.Rebecca's parents stood amongst the crowd, their faces etched with a mix of sadness and embarrassment. My heart ached for them, knowing the shame they must be feeling for
“I have sent for the maid from Alexander's kingdom who wrote the confusion letter,” Victor said as he placed the letter down on the table. I played with the food in front of me. My appetite was suddenly gone. "Why do we need to bring yet another person here who is tied up in Rebecca and Alexander's drama?" I asked.Victor looked at me with a stern look. "Olivia, we need to get to the bottom of this. We cannot make any rash decisions without all the information. Rebecca's family is demanding a fair trial, and we can not give that without putting all the pieces together," he replied.I laughed. “a fair trial. How is she worthy of that after everything she has done?”. I pushed my plate away, leaning back in my chair. Victor sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I understand that all this is bringing up old wounds, and I'm sorry to tell you, but it is going to bring up more," he said softly. "The maid has told people about the things Cassandra did to you, and as you know, Alexander
Guilt ate away at me; I was a horrible husband to Olivia, and I struggled to find a way to make her ever forgive me. I made my way to my room, my skin still tingling from where I had held her. The weight of my actions pressed heavily on my chest, suffocating my every thought. As I walked down the corridor, I heard voices.Allen's voice was unmistakable, a deep rumble that always commanded attention. At first, I thought nothing of it, but then I heard a woman's voice that wasn't Olivia's. Curiosity piqued, and I slowed my pace."I can't wait to be alone with you later," she purred, her voice laced with a mix of excitement and secrecy. I glanced around, ensuring no one would see me, and stealthily made my way to the edge of the wall, peering around the corner.Allen stood close to the woman. Their body language spoke loud, telling the story of what they wanted to be doing to each other."I will see you tonight at six," Allen murmured, his voice low but crystal clear in the silent hallwa
Olivia's Pov "Mummy, look what I draw." Liam held a picture in front of my face. I forced a smile, focusing my attention on the crayon scribbles. "That's wonderful, Liam. Is that a dragon?" "No, it's a dinosaur!" he giggled and ran back to his twin sister, Sarah, who was diligently stacking blocks taller than she was. I glanced at Sarah and marvelled at her focus, hiding the emotional storm brewing inside me. Ever since Alexander found out the truth about Cassandra, my mind had been clouded with guilt for ruining his cherished memories of her. The playroom was a sanctuary for the twins, filled with bright colours, plush toys, and the innocent laughter that echoed off the walls. Today, it felt more like a cage to me, trapping me with my thoughts. I tried to keep myself busy with mundane tasks, but the growing unease was impossible to shake off. A muffled conversation drifted through the half-open door. I paused, straining to listen. "You can't be in here," said one of the mai
Alexanders Pov My heart was aching; I never thought Olivia would actually reject me as her mate, but she had. The sting of her words echoed in my ears, and the image of her cold eyes still lingered in my mind. I could barely put one foot in front of the other as I walked through the palace halls, the pain that radiated through my body slowly crushing me. Reaching the top of the staircase, a cold voice called out my name. "Alexander," I looked up to see Allen coming towards me. "You need to leave this kingdom and never return," Allen hissed, his eyes burning with rage. "Get out of my way," I said to him, trying to push past him, but he blocked my path. Rage started to boil inside of me. "You have done enough damage already, Alexander. Olivia made her choice, and you—" he spat the words—"are not part of it. So leave my wife alone and get the hell out of this kingdom and never return." "You don't deserve to call her your wife." Allen let out a bitter laugh, the sound cutting
Victor's jaw clenched, a muscle ticking in the corner. "Sorry?" he spat. "Your sorry isn't worth anything. Alexander. No wonder Olivia wants nothing to do with you." he turned to the guards holding on to me. "Get him out of my sight." The guards marched me out of there, their grip like iron shackles around my arms. Allen staggered alongside me, his eyes still burning with rage. When we entered, the air was thick with the smell of antiseptic and herbs. The doctor, an older man with a kind but weary face, turned his attention to us. Without a word, the guards shoved Allen and me onto cots across the room from each other. Allen's glare was unyielding, a mirror of my own tumultuous emotions. There we sat, inches apart, our bodies bruised and broken, but our spirits still locked in silent combat. Olivia burst through the door, her eyes wide with panic. My breath caught in my throat. For a second, I hoped she had come for me. But her gaze slid right past to Allen. "Allen, are you o
"Olivia, can we talk?" Allen asked as he entered the library. He looked nervous about something, which was strange for him as he had always been a confident man.I stood up from the table where I had been engrossed in a stack of books about healing people and walked toward him, trying to read the anxiety written across his face. "Of course," I said, concern weaving through my voice as I gestured for him to sit down.He hesitated for a moment, running a hand through his hair—a clear sign that something was troubling him. Finally, he cleared his throat. "I, um."My worry deepened. Allen rarely stumbled over his words unless something was genuinely troubling him. "Is everything okay? Is there something wrong with Victor?"Allen's eyes widened, and he quickly shook his head. "No, no, nothing's wrong with Victor. He's fine." He paused, shuffling his feet and averting his eyes. "I just, um, wanted to talk to you about us."A wave of relief washed over me, followed by a surge of curiosity. "
Allen had been avoiding me since telling me he was in love with me. Every time I saw him, he would look away. My heart ached for him, and a small part of me wished that I could give him what he wanted, but I couldn't. I couldn't force myself to feel the way he wanted me to, and even if I could, that wouldn't be fair to either of us.As I walked into the courtroom, the weight of the past few weeks seemed to press down on my shoulders even more heavily. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but there was no calming the whirlwind inside me. My eyes scanned the room until they landed on Allen.The moment he noticed me, his eyes darted away, his head bowing as if the sight of me was too much for him to bear. It felt like a dagger to my heart, sharp and unforgiving. I knew the guilt of hurting him would never truly leave me. His confession of love had been unexpected, overwhelming. But more than that, it had left a rift between us that seemed impossible to bridge.Forcing myself to