Something in the air made spring look more exquisite this morning. Perhaps Moon Goddess had decided to bless the weather in favor of Titan and Charlotte's anticipated new life.
But even the Moon Goddess would run out of patience in terms of waiting, and Charlotte had a reputation for keeping the world waiting as long as she enhanced her beauty to perfection.
"Charlotte!" Olivia called. "You are already so late! It doesn't pay to be tardy today of all days. The Lycan king might not tolerate such!"
There was no response, so after waiting for a few minutes, Olivia began her ascent upstairs. This was a marriage to the Lycan King and Alpha of the Silver Crest pack, Titan Black. Lateness was inevitably going to look like a bad impression, no matter what anyone else thought. A stain on their reputation.
Olivia raced upstairs as fast as she could in her usual frock and apron she wore for all her cooking and cleaning chores. Her padded feet echoed on the hard floors and she hoped Charlotte could hear her coming.
She reached Charlotte's door and opened it without so much as knocking.
"Charlotte did you not hear me calling you…?" Olivia stopped her sentence midway, perplexed. Her big brown eyes widened.
The room was empty. All that was left was the cream-colored floor-length dress and a note. The windows were wide open. Even as Olivia walked in, trepidation lodged in the pit of her stomach. Her trembling hands picked up the note.
Dearest Mother
By the time you read this, I would be long gone, united forever in the arms of my true mate, Baden. I know that you longed for me to marry the Alpha of our pack, Titan Black. But you would have condemned me to a life of misery and unhappiness. Not only do I not love the man, but you also would have kept me from my true mate.
I hope you find it somewhere in your heart to forgive me. I also wish Titan the best of luck in finding his real true mate.
Love, Charlotte
Olivia's hands shook as she put down the note and the actualization of the true reality sunk into her psyche. Charlotte had run away. Charlotte had eloped on the morning of her wedding. Her knees felt weak and before they gave way, Olivia sat slowly on the bed.
For a moment, she wondered why she should care about Penelope's downfall and incoming disgrace. After all, Penelope and her daughter had been anything but kind to her. They blamed her for whatever downfall befell them, left all the chores for her to do, alienated her from key decisions and conversations, and generally treated her with immense condescension.
She should rejoice.
Penelope's high-pitched feminine but commandeering voice boomed from below.
"Charlotte! How long is it going to take for you to get down here? The Lycan King will make his way down here to take you away at any minute and yet you keep wasting time!"
Olivia said nothing in response, and expectedly, Penelope yelled again.
"And you Olivia! How long will it take you to bring her down here? What is wrong with you? Must you always behave dumb? Can't you do anything right? Well, I don't blame you. It is my fault for putting myself in a position to be a part of your cursed, miserable existence!".
Olivia closed her eyes. This was her life, where every day was a barrage of verbal abuse. But she still managed to make excuses for Penelope. Her attitude notwithstanding she did not deserve what had just happened to her. Olivia was damned though, if she would race downstairs to give her the bad news. Penelope would have to come to find her.
And find her she did. Exasperated, the woman had finally come upstairs, fuming.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" Penelope shouted at Olivia who was caressing the cream gown. "You came here to sit around? Are you kidding me? At this time? And where the hell is Charlotte? Charlotte!"
Silently, Olivia handed her the note.
Penelope gave her a dirty look but snatched it from her hands. Olivia watched her expression go from anger to shock, and then from shock to sadness.
"No," Penelope said slowly, shaking her head. "No this can't be. She is in here somewhere, no no!"
She was deflecting reality but it could not be so easily thwarted. Olivia felt sorry for her as she began to wail and cry. She stood up from the bed and stood silently on the other end of the room awaiting orders.
"How could you do this Charlotte?! How? You knew how much this meant to me! Did you choose your own happiness at the expense of bringing me such rotten disgrace? After all, I have sacrificed for you?" Penelope screamed to nothing but air. An unsatisfactory substitute for the true cause of her frustrations, who was absent.
Olivia felt sorry for her at that moment. In the last few days, Penelope had walked around in a bubble of happiness. Charlotte too it seemed now had pretended to be happy with the plans to give her to Titan Black. Olivia knew this was not her business, because, after all, she was nothing but a slave. Penelope could deal with her mess all by herself. As she walked away she heard Penelope say sharply.
"And just where do you think you are going, Olivia?"
Olivia turned around, surprised. "I was just going to-'"
"Please spare me! Do you think this is just my disgrace? That you won't at all be affected?"
"No, I-"
"Just shut up," Penelope said, tiredly. She threw the cream dress at Olivia who caught it reflexively. You and Charlotte are just around the same size, so that should fit."
"What? I…Excuse me?"
"Are you daft or deaf? Which is it? Change into that dress at once!"
Olivia owed this woman nothing. She looked at the dress helplessly and then looked up at Penelope attempting to speak.
"This is pure deception and I-"
"And what, Olivia? Huh? Do you think I need a lesson on moral ethics from you right now? Let me remind you how things work around here. I give the orders and you obey! Is that clear? And for your information, the Lycan King has never set his eyes on Charlotte. He was only going to meet her this morning."
That was news to Olivia. Still, the tables had changed too quickly for her. One minute she was nothing but a mute slave who worked deep in the trenches and had no say on anything in her environment and in a sudden twist of fate, she was now a substitute bride.
"Stop thinking so much and just wear the damn dress!" Penelope said impatiently. "Should this not be an honor? That a slave like you rises from the trenches to become the companion of the Lycan King. Who knows, Charlotte's treachery and deception came precisely at this time because your destiny is somehow interspersed in all of this."
Olivia found that hard to believe. What was clearly going on here was that Penelope was afraid, and she also could not bear to be disgraced by Titan Black himself and so she wanted to use her as a pawn in a game Olivia did not care for. And to justify it she was becoming quite philosophical. Fed up with the slave's quiet stubbornness, Penelope resorted to threats.
She came closer, locking her dangerous eyes with Olivia.
"If by the time Titan Black gets here and you are not dressed, I swear that you will regret the hour you were born. You will curse it. I will make your life so miserable will become a complete living hell. Trust me, your life right now would be paradise compared to what you will go through if I start with you. It is your choice. Take it or leave it." Penelope said and stalked out of the room.
It was not the power Penelope had over her that often got her angry and miserable but the recklessness in the way she administered that power. The message was always the same: You don't matter. You are beneath me and I will always do anything I want with you.
Perhaps in a way, she should be grateful that this might be an escape. The only problem was this was Titan Black. And every living soul far and wide knew the sordid tales about Titan Black. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to weep. She was used to masking her pain well. Concealing it beneath layers so deep it was never conspicuous, what she was going through.
She sat at Charlotte's table full of cosmetics and started to enhance her features. A little mascara there, eyeliner here, eyeshadow, and some powder. Her long wavy brown hair with its streaks of white was already pulled back from her face. She left her pink lips and naturally well-arched brows bare, knowing she looked beautiful. Finally, she stepped into the dress. Just like Penelope predicted, it fit snugly like a glove, hugging her curves tightly.
She looked beautiful. Perhaps the most beautiful she had ever looked all her life.
A loud car horn interrupted her thoughts. From the window, she watched a black luxurious car drive into the compound. Black like the man's soul.
"I hope you are damned forever in the fiery pit of Hades, Charlotte," Olivia cursed.
Being a slave to Penelope was terrible, yes. But after twenty-one years, she was fully accustomed to it after all she had never known anything else, but this.
"Charlotte!" Penelope called. "Get down here at once!"
Olivia took a deep breath and said a prayer for the trepidation that filled her heart.
Her descent was with deliberate slowness.Life had always been monotonous and hopeless for Olivia Carter. Sometimes she felt in her spirit that she had lived a truly exciting life in another place and time. That life sometimes appeared in glimpses and a series of fast-moving kaleidoscopic flashes but whenever she tried to catch the memories, to hold them and relish them, they inadvertently disappeared and she was left with the blankness and darkness she had no choice but to adapt to. And now a life that had been characterized by monotony and nothingness was going to transform this morning, as she unwillingly took the place of Charlotte. Olivia felt in the depths of her soul that the change was going to be for the worse. The second her feet touched the last step of the stairs, she felt the dark tension that had enveloped the atmosphere. And the minute she was face to face with him, Olivia knew her life had changed in a way she would never truly recover from. There was strength and au
"I already told you," Olivia said, doing everything to rein in her anger at being treated so condescendingly. "Madam Penelope ordered it,""Why exactly?" Titan barked."Because she ran away with a man she believes to be her mate," Olivia responded. "So if you will kindly let me go because your grip hurts."Instead of releasing her, Titan's grip hardened. "I will let you go when I deem fit. Don't ever think you can play smart with me," he snarled. "As a slave girl, I can bet your life meant absolutely nothing to Penelope, how much more do you think it will mean to me? I can destroy you. I can take you to the depths of hell and beyond. And that is exactly what I will do if you try to act smart with me. Get it?"Olivia attempted to shift away from this man, who she now considered a monster. In one quick fluid motion, Titan swept her back to him. She was no match for his wolfish strength. "Get it?" he asked again."I…y….yes," Olivia managed to respond. The edges of Titan's lips lifted in
Hours later, Olivia watched helplessly as the maids transformed her from a slave into a vision.It was the first time in her life that foreign hands would touch her hair, hold a dress for her to step into, or do things to her face using lipsticks, brushes, blushes, and colors. Since it was all foreign and alien to her, she felt totally uncomfortable. But now as the wife of the Lycan King, these were things she was required to get accustomed to. Just an hour ago, the maids had arrived and awoken her from sleep. The incessant knocking had reached into her dreams.Olivia had awoken with a start. It had taken a while for her brain to once again process her new surroundings. She had looked at the massive windows and saw that dusk had fallen. A crescent moon lay benignly in the sky, casting shadows into her bedroom. She sat up as her mind had processed the events of the last hours - taking Charlotte’s place, the car journey with the Lycan King, the young lady who had come to inspect her o
Titan pushed his chest deeper and felt his groin harden. An erection was close, he could undoubtedly feel it. It was unnerving that this girl who had just become his wife hours ago, had this immense effect on him. Yet it was not completely shocking. Perhaps he had gone too long without a woman. And this one was his wife. He was permitted to do anything he wanted to do with her. Aggressively, he pulled her close. "Please," she begged. Titan could see he was hurting her but he didn't care. The manly need in him to dominate took over completely and the only thing he wanted to do was ravage all of her until she screamed for more. Soon, she would know the feeling of pleasure and pain simultaneously. He started his sexual torture by sucking on her earlobe. The girl sighed, and then a moan that whetted his own appetite for more. He moved to her neck, and she clutched him harder, eager not to let go. Titan was hurting her with his tight grip, but she enjoyed what he was doing to her so m
Olivia's mouth watered and her lips parted. She wasn't imagining it. Titan's use of the word punish was underpinned by something strongly suggestive. She wondered how he would 'punish' her. Of course, it would be wildly exciting. It was a struggle to keep the words "Punish me, Titan," within her. But of course, her fear for Titan outweighed anything else, and kept her mouth firmly shut. Titan ate his toast and redirected all of his attention back to his phone. She was back to being non-existent in his thoughts and invincible in his presence. Olivia snorted. All the man needed was a trophy wife, and it was no wonder he did not concern himself with her. She watched him abandon the toast again because his phone had once again fully captured all of his attention. What exactly was the point of coming down here, every day, well-dressed and seated in front of abundant food if you were not going to eat anything? Or if you were not even going to do anything but press your phone? He might
Olivia had never seen tousled hair look so beautiful on a man. Titan was a direct molding from the Goddess. An intricate creation defined by them. "You're not deaf, are you?" Titan asked rudely, eyes appraising her from head to toe. "I asked where you are going." Olivia cleared her throat. "I just wanted to check whether there are any ongoing dinner preparations." "It's not dinner time yet," Titan responded blankly. Olivia blinked and then kept quiet, unsure about what to say. Coming downstairs had been a waste of time perhaps she should make her way back… "Follow me," Titan ordered, interrupting her thoughts. Olivia stood rooted to the spot, not out of disobedience but because she was slightly apprehensive and angry. Follow him for what? To where? And why? Did he think that just because she was his wife he could order her around? Titan had walked away but his sixth sense had detected that she wasn't following. He looked back at her and needed no words. Olivia's feet responded an
Olivia looked up, feeling something speed through her bloodstream. She had a vague feeling it was exasperation intermixed with anger.Five minutes late? This was it. She had had enough of him and she was going to give him a piece of her mind this morning. Lycan King or not, she could care less."Titan I don't think you should-" Maya began, but Olivia interrupted her."It's okay Maya I've got this," she gave her a reassuring smile before fixing a square hard gaze on Titan. Then after stomping her fork on her plate exactly like he did, her words poured out in a torrent of frustration."I am fed up with you, your house, and all your crap, Titan! I've had it with you! Why on earth are you dedicated to making my life miserable? I mean for crying out loud I've not even been here for up to three days. Not up to three bloody days and I am already fed up. I'm not responsible for anything that has happened to you. So why are you committed to making my life a living hell?"Titan's eyes darkened
The morning cockrows reached into her dreams and awakened her.Her eyelids fluttered open, adjusting her sights to the richly paneled ceiling above. Looking at the clock in her bedside drawer, she could see it was almost time for breakfast. She snorted at the clock, impulsively deciding not to go for breakfast. After all, what would life in this mansion feel like if she did not get on Titan's nerves once in a while? She sat up listening to the sounds from the exterior parts of the house. Then, without warning, she heard clear laughter reverberate through the atmosphere. She stood up and moved to the window.Outside, she watched a group of four men jog past her window. Yesterday, Maya had told her a few of the Pack's warriors came in a couple of days every week. Her only guess was that they had business with Titan. What kind of business, her sister-in-law did not say. She probably did not know herself. Unexpectedly, one of the men waved. Smiling back, she waved back cheerily, happy t