Olivia POVRyan walked back into the library, his gaze immediately finding mine. He gave a small, almost apologetic smile as though he felt guilty for leaving me alone for even a few minutes. Checking his watch, he said, “It should be about time your private teacher gets here.”I blinked, confused. “My teacher?”He nodded casually, leaning against the edge of the nearest bookshelf. “I arranged for someone to start giving you lessons. We talked about this yesterday, remember?”The words hung in the air, and my surprise must have shown on my face because he raised an eyebrow. I couldn’t believe it. How had he arranged for a teacher so quickly? We’d only mentioned it in passing yesterday.Before I could voice my disbelief, the doorbell echoed through the house. Ryan straightened, motioning for me to stay put as he strode toward the door. Moments later, footsteps approached, and when Ryan returned, I froze.“Stephanie?” My voice came out louder than intended.Standing next to him was Step
Olivia’s POVRyan looked intrigued. “Really?"Stephanie nodded, her expression turning uncharacteristically serious. “Yes. It’s because the child felt the environment he was living in wasn’t safe. So, he called out to his father, in sleep, asking for protection—for both himself and his mother.”My hand instinctively moved to rest on my stomach, a wave of wonder and disbelief washing over me. I glanced at Ryan, who stood frozen, his usual composure cracking just a little.“You’re saying…” Ryan’s voice was steady, but there was an edge of disbelief to it, “that my child—our child—called to me? In his sleep?”Stephanie nodded again. “It’s rare, incredibly rare. But it’s a sign that this baby is special. Not just any unborn child can communicate like that, especially at such a young stage. It also means…” she paused, her eyes darting between the two of us, “that the bond between the three of you is already stronger than most.”Ryan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. He look
Olivia’s POV The night had crept in, quieter than I had anticipated. I found myself standing in front of Ryan’s room again, much like the night before. The faint glow of the moon filtered through the partially drawn curtains, casting a soft light over the space. My heart thumped a little faster, unsure of what to expect as I pushed the door open.Emma was there, seated by the corner of the room, surveying it after she just arranged the bed, looking up at me with a sly smile. “Oh, you’re back,” she said, her tone laced with amusement. “I figured you two had a fight or something. That’s why you’ve been sleeping apart.”I froze, unsure of how to respond. “A fight?” I thought that she seemed to misunderstand our relationship.But I was about to correct her—tell her that we didn’t have a fight, that we simply slept in separate rooms—before I could, Emma reached into her pocket and pulled out a bottle of perfume.“For later,” she said, handing it to me with a wide grin. “To make sure toni
Emily’s POV The room was dimly lit by a single flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling. Shadows stretched across the worn, cracked walls, emphasizing the emptiness of the space. The only sound that broke the oppressive silence was the low, pained groans coming from Olivia's father who was tied to the table in front of me. His body trembled with each agonized cry as he was whipped by one of my gusrds, but I didn’t care. No one would hear him here.I leaned against the doorframe, my expression cold, as I watched him squirm. He wasn’t the man he once was—once proud, now reduced to this pathetic state. His pleas fell on deaf ears. I felt no sympathy.“Please, young miss, spare me…”"Shut up!" I snapped, my voice sharp. "You deserve this, old fool."His eyes, wide and filled with fear, flickered toward me. "Please… Please spare me," he begged, his voice breaking.I crossed my arms and tilted my head, regarding him with a mix of distaste and boredom. "If only you’d listened to me," I said
Olivia's POV I stared at her, smiling. “So, Layla. How have you been?”She returned the smile, her small hands holding mine tightly. “I’m okay now. The nurses are nice. They let me paint and do puzzles. I even have new friends!” Her voice bubbled with joy.“That’s great, Layla. I missed you so much.”She grabbed my hand and led me to the bench where we sat down together. The soft creak of the bench under us was the only sound in the quiet space. I watched as Layla smoothed her dress and crossed her legs, her movements graceful, as if she carried the world on her small shoulders but didn’t let it show.“How have you been feeling?” I asked softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.Layla tilted her head, thinking. “Better. The other kids play with me. They don’t mind that I… well, that I had to come here.” Her voice faltered briefly.“You’re brave, Layla,” I whispered, brushing a kiss onto her forehead.She smiled, bright and unwavering. “I have to be, like you.”My heart c
Olivia’s POVThe moment my eyes landed on Ryan, standing several feet away from the car, a rush of relief surged through me. He wasn’t just my safety net—he was my lifeline. My chest tightened, and I realized I hadn’t been breathing properly until now.Ryan moved with purpose, his commanding presence slicing through the chaos as his voice thundered. “Guards! Ric! Take them away.”The group of men, the ones who had dared to hurt me, cowered under his authority. Pleas spilled from their lips, but their cries for mercy fell on deaf ears. Ryan's eyes were steel, his tone colder than I’d ever heard.“No one lays a hand on her,” he growled, the words sharp and deliberate. “You’ll answer for this.”My father, standing among the trembling crowd, stepped forward. His face was etched with defiance but also fear. “I was only trying to educate her!”Ryan’s glare cut through him like a blade. “Educate her?” His voice rose, a blend of fury and disbelief. “By what? Torture? Humiliation?” He stepped
Olivia‘s POVRyan answered it with a sharp, commanding tone. “Who is this? And what do you want with Olivia?”The voice on the other end stuttered something incoherent, but the book voice sounded somehow familiar to me. However, Ryan’s expression hardened. “Listen, if you think you can call and harass her, think again. She’s not alone, and she’s under my protection.”Without waiting for a response, he turned, his jaw tight with suppressed anger. “Cowards,” he muttered, rising to his feet. “I’ll deal with all of you.”As he stepped outside, the faint sound of his voice carried through the door, firm and unyielding. Meanwhile, I sat there, my mind spinning.I sighed, my fingers brushing over the spot where his hand had held mine. The memory of his touch lingered, warm and reassuring. And yet, the almost-kiss replayed in my head, making my heart pound.I leaned back, closing my eyes as the weight of everything settled over me. Whatever was brewing between Ryan and me, it wasn’t simple. A
Olivia's POVThe familiar sound of chatter reached my ears as I stepped closer to the gathering crowd. I hadn’t seen these faces in years, not since my mother passed away and my father hastily moved us to a cheaper part of the pack territory. I had buried these memories deep, but seeing them now was like unearthing a time capsule I wasn’t ready to open.“Olivia?” a voice called out.I turned to see a group of familiar faces break away from the crowd. They looked older, their features more defined, yet their smiles were as warm as I remembered.“Is it really you?” One of them, Lydia, asked, her eyes wide. Before I could respond, she threw her arms around me, squeezing tightly.“It’s been forever!”I nodded, my throat tightening. “It has.”The others joined, each taking turns to hug me or pat my back. The warmth of their welcome was overwhelming. These were the people who once filled my childhood with joy, the ones who stood by me when everything else felt uncertain.“Do you still remem
Olivia’s POVI frowned, my fingers clenching slightly against my dress as I looked between Sarah and standing before me.Diana.I didn’t know her, had never even heard of her name before today. Yet, Ryan's mother's look sold off that Diana seemed like one to cause problem.Before I could ask any questions, Sarah turned to Ivy. “Go report back to Grandfather Moore.”Ivy gave a respectful nod and left the environment, her presence replaced by a weighted silence.“Who's Diana?" I asked her.She sighed. “She's Grandfather Moore’s granddaughter.“What? She's your….”"No. She's not my daughter. She's Kelvin’s elder stepbrother’s daughter.”"Huh?” I blinked.Sarah exhaled slowly before turning back to me. “Olivia, I think it’s time you learned more about the family.”My brows knitted. “More?”She nodded. “Grandfather Moore had some illegitimate children before he officially married Kelvin's mother. That, unfortunately, led to too many people trying to compete for the Alpha position.”I stiff
Olivia’s POVI hadn’t expected to run into Eva at the flower shop that day, and I certainly hadn’t expected to run into her here again. The last thing I wanted was another pointless argument, so I decided to ignore her and walk past as if she wasn’t there.But, of course, Eva wouldn’t let me go so easily.“Well, well, look who we have here,” she sneered, stepping in front of me to block my path. “The lowly omega who used a Gamma to cheat her way out of trouble.”I frowned, glancing around. Her guards now stood at a distance, they seemed uninterested in intervening. Maybe for now. I sighed and met Eva’s glare. “I didn’t cheat, Eva. And I certainly didn’t ‘escape’ anything. I didn’t do anything wrong.”Eva scoffed and took a step closer, her eyes flashing with barely contained fury. “Oh, really? Then why don’t you apologize for what happened that day?”I stiffened. “I have nothing to apologize for. I didn’t push you. I was trying to help you.”Eva’s lips curled in a twisted smirk, and b
Maid’s POVI stepped forward, firmly blocking the path as Diana halted in front of me. Her golden hair gleamed under the disappearing sun, and despite the gentle smile on her face, there was an underlying sharpness in her gaze.“I need to see my grandfather, Acacia,” she said, folding her arms. “Move away." I remained unmoved. “I’m sorry, Miss Diana, but you can’t go in right now.”Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Why? I walked despite my legs hurting to get here, and now you’re stopping me?”I met her gaze steadily, keeping my voice calm. “I have no personal reason to stop you, Miss. But your grandfather is receiving a special guest today—Alpha Ryan’s girlfriend.”Her lips parted slightly in surprise, then pressed into a thin line. “I heard Ryan was bringing her over today,” she muttered, more to herself than to me. “I think her name is… uhh, Olivia.”“That’s right, Miss Diana,” I confirmed, shifting my weight slightly.Her face twitched, and for a moment, she seemed genuinely concerned
Olivia's POVGrandfather Moore’s gaze was warm as he gestured toward the young woman standing beside him. "Olivia, this is Ivy. She’s one of the strongest female Gammas in our pack."Ivy gave a small nod, her short hair swaying slightly with the movement. She had sharp eyes, the kind that seemed to see everything without trying too hard. Yet, there was something calm about her—a quiet strength that didn’t demand attention but couldn’t be ignored either."It’s nice to meet you," I said with a smile. "You look really capable."Ivy smirked, crossing her arms. "I try."Grandfather Moore continued, "Given Celia’s… pregnancy experience, we thought it’d be easier for you to have a woman around rather than a man. Ivy’s one of our best, and she’ll be by your side to help when needed."I nodded. Now, I didn’t mind. In fact, I liked being around strong women like Ivy and Zara. There was something admirable about them—the way they carried themselves, the way they never seemed shaken.Ivy stepped
Olivia’s POVOh no. Oh no, no, no.I was caught.Ryan’s grip on my wrist didn’t loosen, and I felt my entire body tense. The air in the hallway suddenly felt heavier, and I had the overwhelming urge to shrink into the nearest crack in the floor. Maybe if I played dead, he’d just let me go.His green eyes studied me intently, unreadable yet sharp. “Olivia.”I swallowed. “I—I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop! I swear! I just—” I waved my free hand vaguely in the air, “—was walking, and then I heard, and I—” I was digging my own grave. “I didn’t mean to listen! My ears just—uh—work really well?”Great. Now I sounded suspicious and completely ridiculous.I braced myself for the scolding. Maybe a stern warning, maybe even a full interrogation—Ryan had that natural authority that made people confess to things they didn’t even do.But instead, his brows furrowed slightly, his hand shifting to hold my wrist more gently. “Are you hurt?”Huh?I blinked. “What?”“Did you hurt yourself?” His voice was
Olivia’s POVMy heart pounded as we neared Grandfather Moore’s room. The deep murmur of his voice filtered through the partially open door, sending a shiver down my spine. I held my breath, a strange mix of curiosity and apprehension gripping me. Whatever I was about to hear could change everything.Celia walked ahead of me, her steps slowing. I stole a glance at her as she got closer to the door, her brows furrowed as she listened intently. We exchanged a look before turning our gaze toward the door.“Grandfather, what do you really want?” Ryan’s voice carried a weight of seriousness, making my stomach twist.Celia and I hesitated before inching forward, peeking through the gap in the door. My breath caught in my throat.Grandfather Moore, a man with shoulder-length gray hair, sat at the edge of his bed, various wrapped gifts spread out beside him. His hands trembled slightly as he held a list, his expression deeply focused. Ryan stood beside him, arms crossed, staring at the papers
Olivia POVRyan nodded, releasing my hand. He turned to me, his gaze lingering as he lifted a hand to pat my cheek lightly. “I will be back soon,” he murmured.I watched as he walked away, his tall figure disappearing down the hallway, leaving me standing at the doorway.The maid turned to me with a polite smile. “Shall I show you inside, Miss Olivia?”I nodded, suddenly aware of the weight of my own presence in such an unfamiliar place. She turned the golden handle with a practiced grace, and as the door swung open, I stepped into a world that didn’t feel real.The room before me was breathtaking—larger than any space I had ever called my own. Soft golden lights illuminated the high ceilings, casting a warm glow over the plush carpet that swallowed my hesitant footsteps. A massive bed, draped in silk sheets and layers of pillows, sat against one wall, looking like something out of a fairy tale. Floor-to-ceiling windows stretched across the opposite side, with thick curtains drawn hal
Olivia’s POVCelia couldn't hold back her amusement as she slid into the seat next to me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, well," she teased, nudging Ryan's arm playfully. "I don't think I’ve ever seen you this possessive before, Ryan. What’s wrong? Olivia is your lover, huh?"Ryan didn't answer immediately, his gaze still fixed on me as if I’d done something to enchant him. I shifted in my seat, my cheeks warming under his intense scrutiny. His mother, who had been observing the exchange, suddenly smirked."Son, is she so much of a lover that you're bewitched by just her gaze?" she asked, a playful lilt in her voice.Celia didn't hesitate. "Oh, dear Mother, I think our son has finally found the right one.""Definitely. No doubt about it, Celia," his mother agreed with a knowing smile.Ryan scratched the back of his head, grinning before he turned his full attention back to me. I looked away, feeling the weight of too many eyes on me.At that moment, a maid appeared, carrying
Olivia's POVThe weekend arrived faster than I expected, and before I knew it, I was sitting in the passenger seat of the car as Ric drove through the vast estate leading to Ryan’s family home. But calling it a home felt like an understatement.My jaw nearly dropped as I gazed out the window. The villa was massive—no, it was an entire world on its own. Grand structures stretched across the landscape, surrounded by lush gardens, fountains that glistened under the day's sun, and pathways lined with marble statues. The air itself felt richer, carrying a mix of fresh pine and something regal, something that whispered of power and history.I swallowed, shifting in my seat. This isn’t just a house; it’s a kingdom.Ryan, seated beside me, smirked at my obvious awe. “You're impressed.”“That’s an understatement,” I murmured, eyes still flicking from one mansion to another. “It’s like a mini-tribe.”Ric chuckled from the driver’s seat. “That’s exactly what it is. Every house you see belongs to