LOGINHe was supposed to be my fiancé’s father. But after one unforgettable night, he made it clear he wanted me. And he would stop at nothing to make me his. Olivia Jackson had spent her whole life doing what her parents wanted, including agreeing to marry Hudson Lancaster and become his Luna, the mate who would finally give her family the status they craved. Then she learned the truth: Hudson never loved her. He only wanted her virginity, and once he had it, he planned to throw her away. Heartbroken and furious, Olivia does something reckless. She spends one night with a stranger, certain she’ll never see him again. The next morning, she walks into Hudson’s birthday party and comes face-to-face with the man from that night. Alpha Grayson Lancaster. Hudson’s father. The one man she should never want. Grayson knows exactly who she is ,knowing she’s promised to his son doesn’t make him want her any less. He doesn’t care about the engagement, the scandal, or what anyone will say. Since the night they met, she’s the only thing on his mind, and he’s determined to have her. Olivia tries to stay away. But Grayson gives her something no one else ever has: the feeling of being loved, protected, chosen. Just as she starts to believe she might finally choose the man she loves, a devastating secret about her past comes to light — one that ties her to Grayson in a way neither of them could have imagined. Now she has to choose: the life her family forced on her, or the forbidden Alpha who refuses to let her go. Because sometimes the person you’re never supposed to love is the one you can’t live without.
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"I need you to send me a picture of your dress," Violet's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"I sure will," I replied after putting on my lipstick, staring at my reflection in the mirror one more time, and I looked fantastic.
"Hudson is never going to see this coming," I said with a smile. "Talk to you later, bestie," I said before ending the call.
I stared at myself one last time. I felt a little bit nervous, but I hadn't seen him in almost 3 months since he moved to New York for his Alpha training, and I missed him so much. I was more than certain he would be happy to see me too.
I got out of my hotel room, flagged down a taxi, and headed straight to the party. Thank the Goddess he had mentioned attending a masquerade party at some bar.
When the taxi stopped in front of the bar, my heart skipped a painful beat.
"Why was I so nervous?" I whispered under my breath.
I got out, paid, and wore the mask I had brought.
I stepped in, and for a moment, I just stood at the door. It was so loud and overstimulating. I looked around, trying to see if I would be able to spot Hudson. Even with a mask, I would know my man anywhere.
I slowly started looking around. The music was so loud I could barely hear myself think. This place was completely packed, and the lights were all funky. It just made finding Hudson even more difficult.
A waitress walked towards me with a bunny mask, dressed half-naked. All her breasts were out.
"Can I get you a drink?" she said in a seductive voice.
"No, thank you," I declined politely.
As she was about to walk away, I stopped her.
"I'm looking for someone. I don't know if you can help me find them."
She stepped closer.
"I can get you anyone you want," she bit the bottom of her lip, "but it's going to cost you."
"Money isn't the problem," I said, pulling out a stack of $100 bills and handing it to her.
I showed her his picture on my phone, hoping even with a mask she would be able to point me in the right direction.
"Come with me," she said after taking the money from my hand.
"Where are we going?" I asked, following her regardless.
"Who you're looking for is at the VIP section."
I followed her, and we stopped in front of a place separated from the bar. Music was still playing, but there was a curtain shielding the VIP section from the rest of the bar.
"Whoever you're looking for is definitely in there." She smiled and walked away.
I dragged in a sharp breath. My palms were sweaty.
I was about to step in to surprise him when I heard a loud laugh, and I knew who the laugh belonged to. I could identify Hudson's voice anywhere.
The curtain was a bit transparent, and I squinted my eyes. I saw him with other people who looked like young Alphas also in training.
And there were a lot of half-naked strippers around them.
Well... I wasn't particularly pleased about that, but Hudson wasn't reckless, and I trusted him.
" Hudson how that you have enough alcohol in your system tell us, Have you smashed her yet?" someone's voice came from behind the curtain, making me stop in my tracks.
"It took me six months to get her to date me. Six fucking months, and she hasn't even allowed me to see her panties, talk more of sleeping with her."
It felt like someone poured cold ice over me because Hudson was the one speaking.
"If it wasn't for my parents, who were so obsessed with me dating a good girl, I wouldn't even consider her. She's mid."
Hudson continued talking, and everyone around him was laughing uncontrollably.
"Right now, all I want is to take her virginity and dump her. I really want to know what it feels like fucking a virgin."
I didn't need anyone to tell me he was talking about me.
I had no idea when tears started rolling down my cheeks.
It felt like someone had pulled out my heart from my chest. I was in so much pain.
I walked out of there, and all I could hear was Hudson calling me mid. I could barely hear the music anymore.
My vision was already blurred with tears as I tried to stop a taxi, but thankfully one stopped in front of me immediately.
I got in and gave him the address of my hotel.
I pulled out my phone. My hand was shaking uncontrollably. I could barely see my screen.
I finally found my mom's number.
It rang once... then twice...
She picked up after the third ring.
"Mom..."
"Hi, baby," she said, her voice bubbly.
"Mummy, he doesn't love me."
"What?"
"Hudson," I said, sobbing profusely. "He doesn't love me. I'm not even sure if he likes me. I'm done... I'm done with all of this."
"Olivia, what do you mean by you're done?" my mother said, her tone strict.
"Mom, did you hear anything I just said? Hudson doesn't give a damn about me."
"You are keeping yourself for Hudson, and you are going to get married to him. Are you listening to me? He is going to be Alpha soon, and you are going to be his Luna. That is all that matters."
"Mom..."
Immediately, the line went dead.
She didn't allow me to say anything else.
It felt like a dam was ripped open in my chest.
I cried until we got to my hotel.
On my way to my room, I took off the stupid heels I had on and walked barefooted.
I had cried so hard my throat felt sore.
I got to my room, fell on the bed, and cried for what felt like forever.
My mom didn't even care.
Why didn't she care?
I clenched my fist and pushed myself out of bed.
"He wanted to use me for my virginity, huh?" I mumbled as I raided my closet.
Well, it was his loss.
I pulled out a lingerie set, something I thought would never see the light of day.
I held it up and smiled.
"Well, I was losing my virginity today.”
OliviaI could not move my hand.The knocks came again. Three, slow, from inside the clay. Each one traveled up through my palm and into my arm and settled in my chest, where my wolf pressed hard against my ribs, wanting to answer."Olivia. Look at me.""I can't let go.""I know." Grayson's hands tightened over mine. "Brace."He tore my hand off the glaze.The seam gave a sharp crack and went dark. Grayson hissed through his teeth, and the room filled with the smell of scorched skin. He dropped to his knees on the carpet and held both hands away from his body. The vase sat on the quilt, green and ugly and silent. A line of sunlight had begun to creep across the carpet toward it.The knocking had stopped.I stared at my own palm. It was red but unmarked. His were another matter. The skin across both of them had gone white and split into blisters."Show me," I said."It is nothing.""Show me."He opened his hands. I took them carefully in mine. The blisters were already closing at the e
OliviaThe door opened without a knock.The man stood in the frame with both hands folded on top of his cane. He did not step inside. His eyes went to the vase on the quilt, then to the hand Grayson still held clamped on my wrist, then to the space between our bodies. I had not noticed how little of it there was."You look disappointed, Alpha," he said."I am deciding which wall to put you through.""I would enjoy watching you try. After sunrise." He glanced at the window. The sky behind the glass had gone from gray to pale gold. "Forty minutes."Grayson moved half a step, and that was enough to put his shoulder in front of mine. I felt the heat of his back through my sleeve. I leaned around him."You said you would ask for something," I said."I will.""Ask now.""Olivia," Grayson said, very low."He gave his word. If he wants something, I want to know what it costs before the sun comes up."The man's smile widened. "Quick. I was told you would be.""Told by who?" Grayson said.The a
OliviaThe man did not look at the empty cloth behind him. He looked at me."Come inside, Miss Jackson. Both of you." He stepped aside and gestured down the hall with one gloved hand. "Hector's men hold both ends of the street. Mine hold this house. You may meet his on the lawn, or you may rest here until sunrise.""And at sunrise?" Grayson said."I will ask for something. Until then, nobody in this house is touched. I have already given my word once this morning."I got to my mother before Grayson could stop me. He did not try. Her hands were cold. The cut under her jaw was shallow and had stopped bleeding. She gripped my wrist hard enough to hurt."Your father is in the kitchen," she whispered. "They tied him to a chair. He's alive."I listened. There, behind the kitchen wall, a heartbeat that was slow and heavy and angry. I almost laughed. My father was always angry long before he was afraid.Two men in gray stood at the foot of the stairs. They kept their eyes straight ahead. In t
OliviaEve looked down at her feet.The boards were black and curling at the edges. A thin line of smoke rose between her toes. She did not step back. When she looked up, her smile had not moved."Careful, Grayson. Fire is fast. A knife is faster."He stopped with one boot half off the grass. I watched him put it down again. The cords in his neck stood out, and his breath came through his teeth in short pulls.Nobody spoke. The porch light hummed. The red line under my mother's jaw had started to run, thin and slow, into the collar of her robe.My mother's eyes found mine over the blade. She did not beg. She only looked at me, steady, and gave one small shake of her head. Do not.I stopped looking at Eve and listened to her. Her heartbeat was slow and even. Nothing in it changed when Grayson stepped, or when the boards smoked, or when my mother whimpered. A woman holding a blade to a throat should not have a pulse that calm.She was not afraid of him. She was waiting.My mother's hear






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