Olivia
With a defeated sigh, I drop my towel in front of the full-length mirror and force myself to take in my pudgy form. I accepted long ago that I’d never have the svelte figure of most she-wolves. But on days like today, when I have to dress up and mingle with the rest of the pack, it’s a painful reminder of all the ways I’m different.
I’d held out hope that with the birth of my wolf I’d finally attain the figure of my dreams, that my wolf would heal my damaged heart and I could finally do all the things other wolves do to stay fit and trim. But that dream was just the sour cherry on top of the sundae of my life’s many bitter disappointments. My softer, rounder figure is here to stay, just one more thing that makes me stand out. And I really hate to stand out.
It’s not that I can’t handle what people think of me. I’m used to the ridicule by now. It’s my family I really feel bad for. My parents are the pack’s Betas, powerful wolves who should have had strong heirs, not a daughter who’s weak as a kitten thanks to a heart defect almost unheard of in the wolf species. I’m the one stain on their otherwise stellar reputation.
I try saving them from the embarrassing stares and whispers, skipping all major pack events whenever possible. Unfortunately, tonight is the Full Moon Party and attendance is mandatory for the entire pack. Even for damaged goods like me.
Resigned to my fate, I pull my favorite green dress off the rack. It’s my go-to when I absolutely have to get dressed up, cut perfectly to frame my curves. The color highlights my emerald green eyes and most importantly, it doesn’t clash with my fiery red hair.
I wrangle my curls into an elegant chignon and dab on a bit of make-up. One more glance in the mirror and I decide it will have to do. No one expects perfection from me anyway.
“Livvy! Over here!” Ellie spots me the second I enter the ballroom. I wave, then weave my way through the crowd to her. She’s my best friend, takes no crap from anyone, and is loyal to the core. She’s the only reason I can face the fiasco this is bound to be and I already feel lighter seeing her here.
“I’ve been waiting for you!” She grabs my hand, pulling me back out the door I just came through, much to my confusion. “Let’s go!”
“Um, where are we going exactly?”
“Kaden’s having his own party, one without parents.” She winks conspiratorially. “Way less stuffy and way more alcohol!”
“Um, I don’t think-”
“Don’t finish that sentence Olivia Cross!” She interrupts with a growl. “You think too much. We’re going and you’re going to have fun! End of story!”
“Your brother won’t want me there.” I try to keep the heartache out of my tone.
“My brother’s an idiot! You’re not allowed to care what he thinks, Liv.” Her lips curl up into a sad smile. “One of these days he’s going to regret being such an ass.” She adds, and that’s definitely pity in her tone.
I’ve never had much of a poker face when it comes to my longing for her brother, Kaden, and his soon to be Beta, Declan Connor. I’ve loved them both since I was ten years old when they paid me in kisses for the cookies I baked for them. But that was a long time ago, before they were old enough to understand how broken I am.
The days when they returned my affection are long gone. On the rare occasions they actually acknowledge I exist, it’s only to remind me how unworthy I am to breathe the same air. They say I’m damaged and weak, and no one will ever want me, least of all them.
“What are the two of you doing here?” Kaden barks, storming in our direction. His rosewood and amber scent reaches me before he does and I go weak in the knees, the same way I always do when he’s nearby. I stare at my shiny gold shoes so he can’t see the hearts in my eyes.
“As your twin, I reserve the right to attend any and all parties hosted by you, with or without an invitation.” Ellie asserts with unwavering confidence. “If you disagree, I could always take the matter up with mom and dads. Of course, that would require informing them of these unsanctioned events in the first place.”
She smirks triumphantly at him while he scowls back at her. Then a sneer crosses his face as he tilts his head my direction, not even bothering to look at me, “What’s her excuse?”
“I’m her excuse. She’s my best friend and is welcome anywhere I go. Geez, you’re such an ass sometimes.” She admonishes him in typical Ellie fashion. “Don’t you have something, or someone, better to do than harassing us?”
To my shock and awe, Kaden turns his gaze fully on me. He’s beautiful, his dark hair and smoldering dark eyes leaving me starstruck. My skin prickles with heat under his attention and a mortifying blush creeps up my neck. He’s looking at me with fire in his eyes, like he wants to devour me and my heart races frantically at the thought.
But in the next breath, his lusty gaze morphs to something like disgust as the corner of his lip curls up, making it painfully clear he was just playing with me. “Whatever. I don’t see the point. It’s not like anyone else wants her here. But it’s not my problem. She’s your charity case.”
His words sting. More than they should considering I know to expect them by now. Stupidly enough, I still haven’t found a way to shield my tender heart from his venom.
Just when I think the night can’t possibly get any worse, Declan joins our little group and I audibly gasp when I see him approach. Where Kaden is all dark features and hulking muscle, Declan is light, with blond hair and sparkling eyes a girl could drown in. He’s less bulky than Kaden but just as fit and mouth-wateringly handsome.
Declan’s eyes twinkle with mirth, the strands of gold sparkling amongst the hazel and holding me entranced for a moment. His cedarwood and vanilIa scent is so distracting, I don’t even care that I’m the object of his amusement. And with his and Kaden’s scents combined, my knees fail me and I start to fall.
“Careful, rosebud!” Declan’s strong arms circle my waist, setting me back on my feet while I shiver at his use of the childhood nickname he gave me.
“Thank you.” I manage despite the fire burning my cheeks and the overwhelming desire to run and hide.
I scurry away as fast as I can but I swear I feel his eyes boring into my back. All I want is to go home, curl up under my covers, shut out the world. But the Alphas and Luna expect me here so I hide in the bathroom instead.
To my surprise, Ellie leaves me alone to wallow. When she finally comes looking for me, I reluctantly abandon my refuge. But I should know better than to think the worst was over.
“So, are you going to tell us what lucky she-wolf you ditched us for all night?” Kaden is asking Declan just as we walk past their table.
I slow my steps, hating myself for the sick need to hear his answer. One of the guys chimes in, an arrogant laugh in his tone “I bet he was making out with the Betas’ daughter and too ashamed to be seen with her. I noticed her missing too and I saw you earlier, holding her in your arms like she’s precious.” He pauses to make kissing noises. “Not that I blame you. She looks totally fuckable in that dress tonight. I’d do her.”
“You’d fuck anything, Justin.” Declan scoffs. “Some of us have standards. There is nothing remotely desirable about Olivia Cross. She’s useless and pathetic and I’d cut off my own dick before getting anywhere near her.”
A whimper escapes at his words before I can stop it. His head whips around at the sound and our eyes meet. He knows I heard him and I almost think I see regret in his eyes but I don’t stick around to analyze his expression.
“Mates,” my wolf, Lady, whines sadly and the pain in her voice only amplifies my own.
Did I forget to mention that Kaden Stone and Declan Connor, the future Alpha and Beta of Glass Lake, are my mates? To add insult to injury, I’ve known they were mine since I shifted early at fifteen, my only overachievement in life. Though it seems more of a punishment than anything.
Apparently my damaged heart isn’t my only defect because my scent hasn’t come in either, meaning my mates can’t detect our bond. Something about poor blood flow to my scent glands because of my feeble heart. Not that it really matters if my own mates can’t scent that I’m theirs. I’m damaged and weak and they’d never accept me anyway.
But I can’t help wondering why the Moon Goddess is doing this to me.
Olivia Declan’s hateful words replay over and over in my mind as I make my escape, not even slowing when Ellie calls my name. I have to get out of here before the dam breaks because I refuse to let any of those monsters see me cry. They don’t deserve my tears. I’ve barely made it out the door before the familiar dull ache flares to life in my chest, telling me at least one of my mates is already more pleasantly occupied. As if I needed more proof that I’m less than nothing in their eyes, they don’t even stop to celebrate my misery before moving on to more entertaining things like their next conquest. Too many nights I’ve lain in bed on the brink of sleep, only for the throbbing in my chest to startle me awake. At least this time I’m prepared for the torture to ensue I hurry to make my way home as the discomfort intensifies, the pain a raging inferno, the torment too much to endure. By the time my house is in sight, I’m practically crawling, every step pure agony. I’m panting for
Olivia It’s been months since the night I stood on that cliff, contemplating my own demise. Sometimes I still wonder if I made a mistake, not ending my life. But in the end, I just couldn’t do it, couldn’t cause my family any more pain, even if it means my own suffering. I’ve had a near perfect track record of avoiding my mates since the Full Moon party, though the pain of them betraying the bond visits me most nights. Unfortunately, that painfully short reprieve from their presence has come to an end. My best friend Ellie met her mates and we’re all in Sacred Moon for her Luna ceremony, making avoiding them impossible. The party is raging around us. Everyone is smiling, dancing, celebrating but I just don’t have the energy to pretend. My eyes wander to the dance floor of their own accord, immediately finding the men I least and most want to see. They’re each wrapped up in women far more beautiful than me, with smiles on their faces and laughter in their eyes. The pang of loss that
Kaden My sister and her new mates throw one hell of a party. It doesn’t hurt that there’s an open bar serving nothing but top shelf liquor. Declan and I have definitely taken advantage of the free alcohol, skating right past tipsy all the way to totally trashed. That’s my excuse for why I haven’t stopped lusting after Olivia Cross all damn night. My logical brain says this is a very bad idea, we’ll regret it later. But fuck if my hindbrain gives a shit about any of that right now. The curvy redhead has starred in my dreams too often lately and it’s a little disturbing. Then the second I laid eyes on her tonight, looking like sin in that skin-tight little black dress that hugs all her generous curves, the strapless sweetheart neckline showcasing the swell of her full tits, I knew I had to have her. Maybe fucking her will get her out of my system because this madness has to stop! “You’re so beautiful, Red. All lush curves and flawless skin. I’ve never seen anything sexier.” She pr
Olivia “Wake up, Red. Time to go.” I feel a nudge but I don’t move, my brain struggling to come online. My mouth is drier than the Sahara and a dozen tiny men with tiny little jackhammers are pummeling my skull. My limbs feel like lead bricks as I try to sit up. Where am I and why is something hard poking my backside?Blinking my eyes against the harsh sunlight, Kaden’s face comes into focus and I suck in a breath. Scenes from last night flood my brain and warmth fills my belly. They’re here. My mates, the men I love, are actually here and they spent the whole night making love to me.“Good morning,” I pull the sheet up to my chest and offer Kaden a shy smile. But he doesn’t smile back at me. His face is a stony mask and his eyes are cold. “Wh-, what’s wrong?” I stutter, trembling from the chill his look provokes.“Nothing at all, little flower.” His voice is hard, the pet name sounding all wrong in that tone. He shoves my dress at me just as Declan stirs behind me. “Last night was
Olivia “I think I really messed up, El.” I tell my best friend who’s staring at me with shock and a world of concern in her crystal blue eyes. I get it. Her new pack, where she is now my brother’s Luna, is hours away from where I live in Glass Lake. And I didn’t tell either of them I was coming, just showed up on their door like a little lost kitten. But the truth is, I didn't know I was coming myself. If that weren’t enough to earn her worried expression, the admission that I may have screwed up royally would be. Olivia Cross doesn’t make mistakes. She’s a rule follower, a people pleaser, the quintessential good girl to the core. Given my physical shortcomings, perfect behavior is my only superpower. Showing up here out of the blue, looking like something the cat dragged in would be enough to scare anyone who knew me. “I’m here, sweetie. What can I do?” She folds me in her arms and holds me tight. And that’s my best friend for you. No judgment, no third degree, willing to be w
Olivia7 Months Later“It’s official. I’m as big as a small country.” I grumble as I gingerly lower myself into a chair, one arm under my enormous belly. I’m so huge, it takes me a few tries to get my swollen feet up on the footrest, like lifting lead weights. I couldn’t tell you the last time I’ve actually seen the offending appendages. “You’re not that big.” Ellie lies through her teeth until I pin her with the “don’t bullshit me” look and she amends her statement. “Well, not that much bigger than me.”“Please, you look like a runway model for maternity wear with your tiny belly and toned legs. Meanwhile, my ankles could have their own zipcode.” I frown, making no effort to hide my envy. I’m fully aware I’ve been less than pleasant to live with lately but Ellie, my brother, and her other mates have been more than patient with me. A courtesy I definitely don’t deserve. I would have given myself the boot by now if I were them. Thankfully they’ve refrained from showing me the door, pr
Olivia “It’s okay, I’ve got you. Livvy!” I hear a voice talking to me and feel myself lifted into someone’s arms, but I can’t focus on any of it. Pain. My body is wracked with it. Ripping, gnawing, searing, shredding. All of it at once. It’s all-consuming and demands every ounce of my attention. I have vague memories of the pain I suffered when my mates betrayed our unacknowledged bond. But that all blissfully stopped the night they refused to believe my claim. Maybe the months since have dulled my memory of that time, but I can’t remember it ever being as excruciating as this. Something scratches at the back of my mind as Mason carries me to the car. This pain serves a purpose, right? It will bring something good. But the band around my abdomen contracts again and the thought slips away again. Maybe I pass out. Or maybe my mind just shut down completely, protecting me from a reality I’m not ready to face. But the next time awareness creeps back in, it’s to the sound of people
Declan “Pardon me, Beta.” I swallow the grumble threatening to escape at the arrival of the junior warrior currently poking his head in my door, interrupting what little progress I’ve made on the report in my hand. “Come in recruit. What can I do for you?” I school my features into something that looks like, well hopefully not a scowl, and give him my attention. ”Sir, uh, one of the men did not show up for patrol, leaving the east perimeter team down a man. I’d like permission to-” “So why are you bothering me?” I cut him off with a bark more than a question. They all know Kaden is in charge of patrol. “I, um, couldn’t find the Alpha, Sir.” I can smell the blatant lie but I don’t blame the kid. “Can’t find the Alpha” has become code for “I’m a recruit in a tenuous position that I’m not willing to risk by calling him out on his bad behavior.” Behavior that’s only gotten worse over the last several months. “I’ll take care of it.” I tell him with a resigned sigh. “Send someone to
Hello Lovely Readers!That's a wrap for Olivia, Kaden, Declan, Brynlee and Rhett! Thank you so much for taking this wild ride with me! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you! As for what's next, get ready to join Finley as she struggles to prove a female is just as capable of being Alpha as any man, not only to her pack, but to all the men in her life, some of whom want nothing more than her success, while other's can't wait to watch her fall. "Not Their Luna: A Female Alpha Story" will begin serializing in a couple weeks, shortly after the new year. If you're looking for something to read in the meantime, please consider checking out my new stand-alone book, "The Lycan King's Outcast Omega." The first 7 cha[ters are out and I'll begin serializing regularly in the next couple of days. Once again, I'd like to thank you all for the amazing support you've shown my books. You all inspire me everyday. Your comments make me laugh, make me smile, and make me
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