Olivia's POV.
I folded my clothes into the small bag, my fingers gripping the fabric so tight, my eyes burning from holding back tears. Every corner of this room was a memory I had spent together with Damien—the fake whisper of promises. The way he used to look at me like I was the only thing that mattered. Now all of it meant nothing; I was nothing to him.
The door creaked open behind me, and I snapped my gaze back. Realizing it was Damien, I felt my stomach knot in anger, and I snapped my gaze forward. I kept my back to him, focusing on the bag in front of me, forcing myself not to break down.
“Liv,” Damien called with his baritone voice, calm and controlled. But I didn’t answer. I had nothing to say to him.
“I need to talk to you,” he said, taking a step closer.
“What is there left to say?” I spoke against my will, my voice sharper than intended. Damien didn’t react to my coldness.
“I need you to leave the pack,” he said. “It’s for your good.”
I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “For my good?” I spun to face him, my eyes burning with anger.
He tightened his jaw slowly. “This pack is dealing with too many threats right now. I need a strong Luna, and Brielle is…”
“Don’t,” I cut him off, my voice shaking. “Don’t stand there and try to justify what you did! You used me!” I yelled. “I was supposed to be your Luna; you swore it would be me.”
“I can’t change what is already done,” he said, his tone cold. “I have to ensure peace in this palace. Your presence only causes trouble for me, for Brielle, and for you also!”
I flinched at the way he said her name like it was normal, like she belonged here like I never did.
I whirled back to my bag, packing the last of my things inside. I refused to cry in front of him. As I reached for my coat, a piece of paper fell from the pocket. It landed on the floor between us, accompanied by a thin strap with two bold red lines.
“What is that?” Damien asked sharply, with a questioning frown on his face.
I swallowed hard, my throat dry. I couldn’t pick it up. I just stared at it, my hands clenched into fists.
Damien bent down and picked up the test strip. His eyes flickered between me and the proof in his hand.
“Olivia,” his voice dropped lower, almost a growl. “Are you pregnant?”
A shaky breath escaped my lips. The truth was out now, but it didn’t matter anymore. Not after everything he had done.
“Yes, I am,” I said, my voice sharp, laced with sarcasm. “Surprised?” I tilted my head, narrowing my eyes at him. “I was going to surprise you after your coronation.”
Damien’s grip on the strip tightened. His lips parted slightly like he was about to say something. But then, just as quickly as it appeared, his face hardened again.
“Abort it,” he said.
The room felt cold; my stomach dropped. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him.
“What did you just say?” my voice was barely above a whisper.
“I will have the pack doctor take care of it. You will be safe, Olivia; this can’t happen,” Damien explained, like this was some logical decision.
A sharp, unbearable pain erupted in my chest. “You’re serious.” My vision blurred with tears.
“You want me to…” I couldn’t even say the rest of my words as hot tears streamed down my cheek.
Damien’s expression remained cold and unreachable. “The pack comes first.”
I laughed, but it was hollow and bitter. “The pack? That’s your excuse?” I stepped closer, my voice rising. “Do you even hear yourself? This is our baby, Damien!”
Something flickered in his gaze, but it was gone too fast for me to grasp. His jaw tightened. “I won’t say it again, Olivia. This is what needs to be done.”
My heart shattered into pieces. The man who once held me like I was his world now stood there, telling me to erase the only piece of him I had left.
“You will regret this,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.
Damien let out a soft scoff. He didn’t believe me.
“You will stay at the safe house outside the palace tonight. The doctor will check on you, and we’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
I lifted my gaze over my shoulder and walked past him, not stopping or looking back.
Olivia’s POV I stared at the bowl of watery soup in front of me, the same one Reuben had brought earlier with that smug look on his face, daring me to poison myself with spoilt food. It had not taken me long to decide that I would not be eating it. Even if I had been starving, I would not have touched something that looked so much like dirty water. I had spent the entire night turning over possibilities in my head, trying to think of how I could get out of this hell with Jeremy. I could not seem to come up with any viable plan given that I did not even know what this place looked like. The only place I knew was the room in which I had been locked up. The options that came to mind did not appear realistic, the only thing I could think of was taking an illness. .I glanced over at the bowl of watery soup and a smile formed on my lips. Reuben’s bowl of poison was going to be useful after all. I picked up the bowl and carefully walked to the far end of the room, lowering myself to the f
Olivia's POV I stayed there for several minutes, hoping that they would have some conversation in the next room that could alert me of their next plan. Then I heard Reuben’s voice, it was low but sounded furious.“He said he would think about it. Can you believe that? I offer him his wife and child in exchange for the throne, and he tells me he needs time to consider.”Alira's response was almost immediate, “I never thought Simeon would be so cruel but people always surprise you.”“I thought he loved them but he really is just one selfish bastard,” added Reuben. “What do we do now? Do we kill them?” Alira's voice sounded hostile. “Kill them? We should, they are only wasting our resources,” replied Reuben, “but we should wait a bit longer to listen to what Simeon has to say. It is possible that he may actually want them back.” “I doubt that. If he cares for them at all, he would have given up the throne in a heartbeat if he did,” came Alira's response. “But I cannot just end his
Simeon's POV That evening, under the cover of night, I went to the house. It was a house I knew well even though I had not been there in ages. The house stood at the edge of an old stone bridge just beyond our territory. It was small and had been deserted for years. I walked straight through the door.Inside, the room was quiet except for the crackle of a fire.Reuben sat near it. His legs were crossed. He looked at ease as though we were meeting on friendly terms.I was filled with an anger I could not describe. What was he doing here? What did he want? Demand that I take Prinsca back? I turned to leave as I had nothing I wanted to say to him. But then he spoke.“I assume,” he said smoothly, “that you would like to see your wife and child again?”I froze where I stood.Slowly, I turned back to face him.“Where are they?” I asked, my voice low and trembling with fury.Reuben offered no response.I crossed the space between us in three long strides. I grabbed him by the throat and
Simeon's POV “The lady that you took to treat her leg, where did you take her?” It had been fifteen minutes since Olivia had been led away by the maid who injured her with glassware.I strongly doubted she would do something foolish like running away from me, especially when she knew that her son's life depended on her compliance.I had no intention of killing Jeremy, but I had every intention of ensuring that she never laid eyes on him again. If she had really escaped, then it would be the last time she would ever see her son.Across the room, I caught sight of Damien. He looked far too relaxed. He was laughing with some blond woman whose name I didn’t care to know. When our eyes met, he looked away almost immediately.Rage burned through me but there was nothing I could do about it. Damien's presence always annoyed me. A thought struck me suddenly. Had Olivia found a way to pass a message to Damien? Was he already mobilizing against me? Could he be marching an army toward my pack
Olivia's POV There was a brief silence. Then the sound of footsteps moving lightly on the floor. I accidentally rested too hard on the wall and the stone shifted, causing an ingratiating sound. I held my breath, scared that I had been caught eavesdropping. “Did you hear that?”I held my breath, frozen in place. My heart was pounding so loudly in my chest that I feared it may be heard in the other room. Everything in me screamed at me to run. But I was locked up here, where would I run to? I remained frozen by the wall, trying desperately to stop my heart from pounding so loudly. When they continued on in silence I was convinced they had seen me through the small crack and were coming now to end my life. Then, I heard a door creak open but it sounded distant and if not for the still silence I would not have heard it at all. “Oh, how sweet,” a woman said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “What have the lovebirds been conspiring this time?”I knew who that voice belonged to—it wa
Olivia's POV I had been pacing the room in slow, measured steps, trying to make sense of everything—my escape, Reuben, Jeremy, and the suffocating sense that I had only been rescued to be caged again. The walls were bare, the air was stale and too dry, so dry that it hurt my nostrils when I breath. The silence was maddening. We really had to be in the middle of nowhere because I heard no activity on the outside. I was certain though that Reuben had not left this place unguarded, this place had to be crawling with guards. That was when I heard it.At first, I thought it was just the wind filtering through the small window but I was wrong. I could make out the clear unmistakable voice of Reuben and someone else. I dropped to my knees and pressed my ear against the wall. I had not known there was another room behind this one. It was then I noticed it too—a jagged corner where the stone had chipped away. I pressed my ear against it, their voices becoming clearer. “I’m telling you,” R