“Others may see her as nothing, but to me, she’s more precious than the moon itself.” Ignoring the stunned glances of everyone around, he fixed his gaze on me across the room and strode over with unwavering intent. I felt my heart pound, the same way flowers seem to burst into bloom. Omega Olivia never imagined that a one-night stand would link her to the enigmatic and powerful Alpha, Ryan. Given the stark difference in their social status, she braced herself for the worst—perhaps even the demand for a quiet miscarriage. But instead, Ryan took her home, pulling her into a love story beyond anything she could have dreamed. Yet, as she walks this path of romance, lined with both roses and thorns, will they be able to bridge their worlds, uncover the hidden conspiracies, and find their way to happiness hand-in-hand?
View MoreOlivia's POV I looked away as the moderator continued, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within me. “The accused will now present her opening statement.”The room felt colder than it had any right to be. My palms were damp as I stood before the jury, their gazes drilling into me like lasers.I stepped forward, my palms sweaty as I tried to gather my thoughts. But the only thing I could focus on was Matt, his gaze boring into me like he was daring me to falter. I inhaled deeply, keeping my composure intact. Losing my temper here would only give my detractors more ammunition. Calm, Olivia. Calm.“I’d like to start by presenting some testimonies,” I began, my voice steady, though my heart raced like a runaway horse. I reached into my folder and pulled out the stack of signed documents Ryan and I collect—each one bearing witness to the legitimacy of my work.“These are written statements from individuals who were part of the initial testing phase of my project. They’ve documented their e
Olivia's POVThe morning light poured through the bedroom window, casting a soft glow across the room. I stood before the mirror, adjusting the lapels of my blazer. The reflection staring back at me was composed, polished, but beneath the surface, a storm brewed. My fingers trembled as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.This is it, Olivia, I thought, meeting my own gaze. Today is the day.My chest tightened as the enormity of the hearing weighed on me. I leaned closer to the mirror, whispering to myself, “You’ve got this. You’re strong, you’re capable, and you’re not alone. They won’t break you.”The door creaked open, and Ryan stepped inside, his presence filling the room with a calm I didn’t know I needed. His sharp eyes softened as they landed on me. “Nervous?”I smirked, though my voice betrayed me. “What gave it away?”He chuckled, stepping closer. “The way you’re gripping that blazer like it’s going to run away. Loosen up, Olivia.”I let out a shaky laugh and dropped my ha
Olivia's POV The phone felt heavy in my hand as Ryan’s voice filtered through the line, calm and steady. “Olivia, take a deep breath,” he said softly. “Just come home. I’ll meet you there soon.”His reassurance was a lifeline, but it wasn’t enough to hold back the ache in my chest. My throat tightened as I fought to keep my tears at bay. “Okay,” I managed to whisper, my voice trembling. I nodded to myself before hanging up.When we got to the house, I slipped out of the car and walked inside, numb and silent. My steps were unsteady as I headed to the guest room, a space tucked just far enough from the rest of the house to feel secluded.The door clicked shut, and I let go. I sank onto the edge of the bed, burying my face in my hands as sobs wracked through me. Every bit of frustration, confusion, and helplessness poured out, raw and unfiltered.Minutes blurred together until I heard the faint sound of a car pulling up outside. I hastily wiped at my face, but the tears wouldn’t stop.
Olivia’s POVAfter we entered, the door swung close behind us, but no one looked up. Their eyes remained locked on the man in the grainy video on the wall. Beta Marcos stood tall in the recording, his crisp suit gleaming under the studio lights. His voice carried a weight that made people nod in agreement, almost as though they’d been rehearsed for this very moment.Zara, Benjamin, and I ignored their glances, though, truthfully, most didn’t even bother looking at me. I was invisible to them—just another face passing by. Their murmurs filled the air like background noise.“…he’s right. Omegas don’t need to make noise about things they don’t understand,” one older man whispered to his companion.Another voice chimed in, a younger woman. “If we just do our part, we won’t have problems. That’s all he’s saying.”“Yeah,” another grunted. “Better than stirring trouble and making enemies.”Their words clung to me like dust. I glanced at Benjamin, who had his hand on my elbow, guiding me to a
Olivia’s POV The Trench bar buzzed faintly with chatter, a stark contrast to the uneasy silence between me and my three childhood friends before me—Tina, Lola, and Lydia. Their faces, once familiar and comforting, now held expressions that felt foreign: hesitation, avoidance, and something close to guilt.My voice wavered despite my efforts to stay composed. “I’m not asking for much—just your support at the hearing. You all know me. You know I wouldn’t do what they’re accusing me of.”Tina glanced at Lydia, who then exchanged a look with Lola. The air felt heavy, suffocating even, as if the weight of their unspoken thoughts pressed down on me. Finally, Tina spoke, her tone cautious but firm. “Olivia, it’s not that we don’t believe you… but this whole thing feels complicated. We don’t want to get involved.”Complicated? My chest tightened. I had thought they’d understand, that they’d stand by me as they always had. “Complicated how?” I asked, my voice trembling but laced with disbeli
Olivia POV The ride to the east side of the pack brought back a flood of memories. The smell of pine and damp earth was heavy in the air, I gazed out the window as the car bumped along the uneven roads, the familiar sights flashing past like fragments of my past. The sprawling woods surrounding the area always made me feel like I was stepping into a hidden world. The Trench Bar wasn’t far now, just a couple of turns away, when my phone buzzed in my hand. Ryan’s name lit up the screen.“How are you doing?” he asked the moment I answered, his overprotective tone managed to sound both endearing and infuriating all at once.“Ryan,” I said for what felt like the hundredth time, rolling my eyes even though he couldn’t see me., “I left home fifteen minutes ago. Nothing has happened. I’m fine.”“Are you looking both ways before crossing the street?” he asked, completely ignoring my reassurance.I blinked in disbelief, then let out a small laugh. “Ryan, your Gamma is driving me. Unless he de
Olivia POVMoments later, we were sitting in the living room, a heavy silence hanging in the air. My eyes darted between Stephanie and Ryan. Stephanie sat forward on the edge of her seat, her hands folded, while Ryan leaned back slightly, one hand resting on his thigh. His expression was guarded, but I could see the tension etched in the tight set of his jaw.Stephanie broke the silence first. “Olivia,” she began softly, “I heard about the circulating rumors. People are claiming your project—the one that won you the scholarship—was fake.”My stomach twisted, and I fought the urge to fidget. So that was it. That’s why she had pushed me to make the cure today.My gaze shifted to Ryan. For a moment, I studied him. He must have known. He must have learned about the rumors earlier this morning. That would explain why he’d been so distant, why his usual comforting presence had felt muted. He didn’t want me to know, I realized.“Ryan,” I said, my voice quiet but sharp. “You knew about this,
Olivia POV The silence in the house was almost deafening. Although Ryan and Stephanie hadn’t said anything before retreating to the study, I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right. My mind raced with possibilities, and instead of waiting for an explanation, I decided to take matters into my own hands.I slipped quietly back to my room, closing the door behind me with a soft click. My hands moved instinctively to the small drawer where I had stashed my broken phone. It was cracked, slow, and barely functioning, but right now, it was my only option.“Come on,” I muttered under my breath, pressing the power button repeatedly. Nothing. The screen remained dark.Frustration bubbled inside me, and I yanked the charger from the nightstand, plugging it into the phone. The screen flickered to life, dim and unsteady, but it was enough.I started surfing the internet, my fingers trembling slightly as I typed. The loading circle on the browser seemed to taunt me as second
Olivia POVThe room was again quiet after Stephanie's words. The earthy aroma of freshly ground roots and flowers filled the air as I carefully ground basil leaves with a mortar and pestle, the rhythmic motion steadying my nerves. On the wooden countertop in front of me sat a vial of shimmering liquid—the cure I had worked so hard to create.It felt almost alive, like it held the weight of everything I’d been working toward. My hands trembled slightly as I picked it up, careful not to spill a single drop.The mice in their cages chittered softly, their tiny noses twitching as if sensing the change in the air. I adjusted my gloves and took a deep breath. This was it—the moment to see if my work would pay off.I poured the potion into a sterilized dropper, watching as the liquid slid down the narrow tube. The precision of my movements felt like a lifeline. There was no room for error. I opened the cage of the first mouse, a small white one with bright, curious eyes. It looked up at me,
Olivia’s POVMy heart pounded wildly as I felt the weight of him pressing me against the wall, his hands gripping my wrists with a strength that was both terrifying and oddly mesmerizing. I tried to squirm free, calling out for help, but my voice barely came out, muffled by his possessive kiss. His lips were demanding and feverish, and each touch seemed to awaken something deep within me. I tried to push him away, but he was unmovable, a wall of muscle and strength.My mind raced, searching for a way out. I managed to kick the mop, letting it clatter loudly onto the floor. The noise was enough to startle him, but not enough to make him release me. Someone knocked on the door, and a rush of hope surged through me. But his growl – low, deep, and filled with a warning – sent them away. My heart sank as I heard their footsteps retreat. Why did they leave? Couldn’t they sense my distress?“Please… let me go,” I whispered, my voice trembling.But he didn’t respond. Instead, he lifted me eff...
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