All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

OliviaNathan’s face fell when I accused him, and his eyes widened as if he was genuinely shocked by my words.We were sitting on a bench outside of the yoga studio. The early afternoon sun warmed us, filtered by a tree that towered over our heads. Across the street, kids played happily in the park, squealing and laughing excitedly as they pelted each other with water balloons.Everything felt so peaceful and calm. My father’s innocence was revealed. Colin and Jenifer’s treachery had been stopped in its tracks, and Nathan was the perfect image of an Alpha, working hard to remedy the damage his father had done over the years.But on the inside, I still felt turmoil. With Nathan’s sudden return after hardly speaking to me for two months, I didn’t know what to think.“Olivia, I didn’t mean it like that,” he stammered, his hands clasping and unclasping nervously in his lap. “I didn’t only come back because I was jealous.“Oh?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. “Why did you come ba

Olivia“It was a false alarm,” the doctor, a pleasant older woman with gray hair and smile lines around her eyes, said as she finished her examination. “It happens this late in the game.”I was both relieved and somewhat embarrassed as the doctor confirmed that it wasn’t time for the baby to come. After hours of uncertainty, it turned out that the cramps I had been having were perfectly normal. I felt a little silly for getting so worked up and acting as though the world was ending.Sheepishly, I glanced over at Nathan, wondering if he would be annoyed by my overreaction.Yet, the look on Nathan’s face was of sheer concern, not amusement or annoyance. His eyes met mine, and I could see he was just as shaken as I was.“Olivia,” the doctor began, her voice stern but gentle, “I know this was a scare, but it’s a sign that your body needs to rest. A lot. You're pushing yourself too hard, and it’s not healthy for you or the… pregnancy.”The doctor’s pause before saying ‘pregnancy’ was somet

OliviaThat night, I walked into the kitchen to find Nathan, clad in an apron, stirring a pot of something that smelled divine. It was his first night back, and it seemed he was hell-bent on making a lasting impression.“Wow, this smells amazing! What's cooking?” I asked, watching as he expertly seasoned whatever was in the pot.He turned to me with a gleaming smile. “Potato and leek soup,” he replied. “And I’ve got a chicken in the oven, and rice cooking as well.”“That’s… amazing, Nathan,” I said, walking over and peering into the oven to see a glistening chicken sitting on the rack, surrounded by vegetables. I furrowed my brow and looked up at Nathan with surprise on my face. “But why do all of this? You don’t have to go all out like that.”“I know, I know,” Nathan replied, wiping his hands on his apron. “But, check this out.” He paused, pulling out a cookbook from the drawer. It was titled ‘100 Recipes for Expecting Mothers’ and had an illustration of a pregnant woman on the front

OliviaThe day had begun like any other, but as I sat across from Angela in our favorite coffee shop, I knew something was different.There was a question burning inside me, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. The connection between Nathan and my wolf had grown too strong to ignore, and it was time to confide in someone.After days of hearing little snippets, echoes of my wolf’s voice every time I brushed hands with Nathan or came too close to him in the hallways of the villa, I was certain that he was connected somehow.Angela was my closest friend, and I trusted her more than anyone else. And that was why I invited her here today: to tell her what had been happening.“So, Angela, there’s something I need to talk to you about,” I began, my fingers nervously tracing the edge of my coffee cup.She looked up from her book, her eyes widening slightly as she took in my serious expression. “Sure, Liv. What’s going on?”I took a deep breath, searching for the right words. “You know abou

NathanThe morning sun spilled through the gaps in the curtains as I uncapped the first can of yellow paint, the aroma of fresh possibility filling the room.Olivia had showed me the nursery last night, a room filled with hope but untouched by human hands. It was one of the sunniest rooms in the villa—it used to be her aunt’s study, but had been left empty since her aunt passed away—and deserved a bright, cheerful interior.I could see the anxiety in her eyes last night, the embarrassment, and the longing. But mostly, I saw the love she had for the child she was yet to meet. And I decided to surprise her with a freshly painted room when she awoke.That morning, I woke up extra early, just as the sun was rising, to get to work. With any luck, I would have the first coat of paint finished by the time she awoke. But I had more plans than just painting the walls yellow. I had a special surprise for Olivia, and I hoped that it would make her smile.As I dipped the brush into the soft yello