All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 361 - Chapter 370

NathanThe tea in our cups had barely cooled when Edward’s question cut through the comfortable silence. His curiosity took me by surprise. Me? Taking a break as Alpha? I wouldn’t dream of it, especially not now, when my pack needed me.“Edward, I can’t just let anyone take over as Alpha, even for just a few days,” I said, the firmness in my voice leaving no room for misinterpretation. “And besides, Olivia and I managed to squeeze in a small weekend vacation not long ago. I’m fine. I just need to get some better sleep, and then I’ll feel better. That’s all.”Edward’s eyes held mine, and he nodded slowly, almost thoughtfully, as if he was fully digesting his words—or maybe trying to come up with a viable response.“Of course, Nathan. Your dedication is what makes you a fine Alpha,” he said, but there was a subtle shift in his tone that suggested there was more he wanted to say.I looked at Edward for a few moments longer before I spoke again. “You really think you’d be able to fill in

OliviaI stood there, a bit dazed, as Edward delivered Nathan’s message with a look in his eyes that just didn’t sit quite right with me. Nathan? Telling me to cancel an appointment without even speaking to me first? That wasn’t like him at all.“Are you sure he said that? It’s just... it’s not like him,” I managed.Edward gave me a look that I think was meant to be sympathetic but seemed more patronizing than anything. And maybe it was. “I know you’re upset, Olivia. But Nathan’s plate is extremely full. Running the pack is no small feat.”His words fuelled my fire a little bit. I wasn’t a novice when it came to these sorts of things. “Yes, I am aware. But this is important, too. It’s our relationship, Edward.”He held up his hands as if to placate me. “I understand. But right now, he can’t step away.”I sighed. “Alright,” I finally relented, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of the Council building. “I’ll reschedule. Can you please tell him to block out his calendar next tim

OliviaAngela’s suggestion took me by surprise. Me? A job? The idea seemed absurd, regardless of how tempting it was.“Ang, I don’t know,” I began, already justifying all of the reasons why a part-time job wouldn’t work out in my head. “I’ve got the twins, and another baby on the way, and Nathan is always so busy…”She leveled me with a stern gaze. “Olivia, you’re not just a mom. You're a woman, too. And you deserve to follow your own dreams, dreams that may not necessarily involve your children. You know that, right?”I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “But baking is just a hobby of mine. I’m not even really qualified.”“Olivia, they’re looking for a baking assistant, not a head chef,” Angela teased as she nudged me with her elbow. “Who said you need any specific qualifications? You’ve got the passion and the basic skills. Anything else could be learned on the job.”I paused, considering her words. The idea of stepping out of my comfort zone was both scary and exhilarating. “I

Olivia“Olivia, are you cheating on me?”Nathan’s accusation left me reeling, a storm of disbelief and hurt swirling inside me. His eyes, usually so warm and understanding, now seemed as though a completely different man was standing in front of me. His stand was cold and distant, nothing like the man who I would have run to and embraced the moment he was home.What had happened to the Nathan I knew, and how had it all happened so… quickly?“Nathan, I’m not cheating on you,” I said firmly, trying to maintain my composure despite the turmoil swirling around inside my chest. “Angela was with me. We were just having fun, trying on some silly outfits. It was harmless.”But he didn’t seem to hear me, his gaze fixed on some invisible point beyond me. “Angela wasn’t in the pictures, Olivia. How can I just take your word for it?”I felt a surge of frustration, my hands balling into fists at my sides. “Because you know me, Nathan. You know I would never do anything to hurt you or our family. I

OliviaWaking up the next morning, I found myself nestled in Nathan’s arms, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.For a moment, I just lay there, savoring the warmth and security of his embrace. His strong arms were tightly wrapped around me as he breathed gently beside me, his tousled dirty blond hair almost a honey color in the golden glow of the morning sunlight.But then, realization dawned on me as my eyes flickered over to the clock on the beside table—Nathan should have been at work already. My eyes widened as I gently shook his shoulder.“Nathan, wake up,” I urged, my voice laced with concern. “You should be at work by now.”He murmured something incoherent, his body sluggish and unresponsive. Panic fluttered in my chest as I tried again, shaking him more firmly this time. “Nathan, come on, wake up!”His response was lethargic, a stark contrast to his usual morning alertness. He usually had no problem popping out of bed on a weekday morning, and his version of