MasukGrayson
"You're awfully quiet this morning," I said as Hudson picked up his toast from his plate.
He didn't respond.
Slowly, he took a bite of it, and I picked up the orange juice beside me, taking a sip.
"So, are you trying to hold a grudge against me for wanting to protect you?"
"No, Father," he replied coldly, still not meeting my gaze.
I smiled.
"You will look at me when I'm talking to you," I commanded, and immediately, he turned in my direction.
"Why can't you see that I'm trying to protect you? Is it really that hard for you to understand where I'm coming from?"
"I haven't seen her in the longest time," Hudson said, his voice cracking. "I miss her."
And I didn't see Hudson as the grown man he was.
No.
I saw him as my seven-year-old boy who just wanted his mom.
"I'll make you a proposition," I said, slowly placing my fork down.
"We can have lunch with your mom, but I need you to introduce me to your fiancée, which, by the way, I'm only just hearing about recently."
The widest smile spread across Hudson's face.
"Everything with Olivia was just sudden," he said excitedly. "Are you serious about having lunch with Mom?"
I nodded.
"Of course."
I was going to tolerate his mother for however long necessary if it got me close to Olivia.
Even her name was ethereal, just like her.
"Thank you so much, Dad."
I forced a smile.
"You don't have to thank me. Just invite the future Luna of this pack for lunch. I want to get to know her properly."
"Of course," he said quickly, getting up from the dining table. "I'll go call her right now."
"Sure," I replied with a smile as he rushed off.
I picked up the orange juice again.
"Olivia," I whispered before taking another sip, then smiled to myself.
I made my way back to my room after breakfast and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
I had a lot of work to get done, but I was so distracted that I couldn't concentrate on anything apart from her.
And lunchtime came around quicker than I had expected.
I walked out of my room, dressed casually.
The same way I was dressed the night she approached me.
We were supposed to have lunch in the garden, and when I got there, Hudson was standing opposite her.
From how her head was bent and how much she rubbed her palms, I knew she was nervous.
And the sight only made me smile.
I liked seeing her nervous.
That night, she was feisty, and seeing her like this was just too cute.
Hudson introduced us, and I acted like I had never seen her in my life, and she did the same thing.
Her acting skills were very impressive.
As the maids served us lunch, we all sat quietly and ate in silence.
From the corner of my eye, I watched her closely, and I saw how her hand trembled.
I didn't know if she was afraid or nervous.
"So, Olivia," I said warmly, "tell me about yourself."
She smiled awkwardly and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"There is nothing really to tell. My life is pretty much boring," she said with an awkward, nervous laugh.
"Do you love my son?" I asked, and her eyes widened for just a split second.
Hudson smiled proudly, like he was already sure of what she was going to say.
"Of course I do," she replied.
Hudson took her hand in his on the table, and I knew this was my son, but I wanted to snap his neck so badly.
"Wow, that's really something," I said.
She nodded, and for a moment, we just shared a look.
When Hudson wasn't looking, she gave me a small nod, making sure I recognized exactly who she was.
After lunch, she got up quickly.
"Thank you so much for having me, but I have somewhere very important I need to get to. It's a family event."
"Oh," I said calmly. "Sure, but I'll drop you off."
I watched as the color drained from her face.
"No, I wouldn't want to stress you that much. It isn't such a big deal. I didn't come with my car, so I'll just get a taxi to take me home."
"Nonsense," I said, standing up. "I have tons of cars in my garage. All you need to do is pick the one you want to go home in."
"I couldn't possibly ask you to do that. You are an Alpha, and driving your son's fiancée isn't that considered like an abomination or something?"
I laughed. "Well, if anyone thinks it's an abomination, I would like them to come say it to my face."
She didn't protest anymore. She got into the car, and in seconds, we were on the road. She still kept acting like she didn't know me even when we were alone.
"Olivia, such a beautiful name for a beautiful princess," I said, my eyes on the road.
"Please don't tell your son about that night," she finally said, and I could hear the panic in her voice, and I didn't just see it on her face; it was all over her body.
"So you love Hudson that much, huh?"
"Yes, I do. I love him so much, and I can't risk him finding out I slept with his father."
"If you love my son as much as you claim, why did you spend the night in a total stranger's room? I think in some places that's actually considered cheating," I said, unable to hide my amusement.
"Please don't tell him. Everything that happened between us was a mistake. I was drunk. I wasn't thinking straight."
"Olivia, I need you to leave my son for me," I said with a serious tone. "I want you."
She didn't say a single word until we stopped in front of the gate to her house.
"How... did you know my house?"
"You have no idea how much I know about you."
"I'm sorry," she said, "but I'm getting married to Hudson."
"We'll see about that," I replied with a smile.
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
OliviaThe photograph lay face down on the bed between us.Grayson had not spoken for almost a minute. I counted the seconds by the pulse in my throat. Twenty-three hours. That was everything the blue handwriting had left us."We leave in ten minutes," he said at last. His voice was quiet, almost easy. "You stay three steps behind me. You speak to no one but Ben or me. If I say run, you run. If I say shift, you shift. Do you understand?"I looked at him. The gold was back in his eyes, and it stayed longer each time."No."He turned his head slowly. "Olivia.""Beside you. That is the only way I go.""This is not the moment.""It is the only moment. We did it your way. A locked door and a key turned from outside. Look at what is lying on that bed."The room grew warmer. His fingers curled at his sides."He is not sealed anymore," he said. It came out low, close to a growl. "I need you to hear that. There is no seal. There is me, holding him, every second I am awake. The moment someone p
OliviaThe knock came before I could look away from the glass.Two knocks, a pause, then one more. Grayson's knock. I turned off the bathroom light, and in the dark mirror my eyes were only eyes, brown and tired. I wiped my face with a towel I did not need and went to the door."It's me," he said.I turned the lock. He came in fast, shut the door behind him, and locked it with the same hand. Then he checked the window latch, the closet, and the space under the bed. Only after all of it did he look at me."How long have you done that?" I asked. "Checked every room.""Since I was nine."He said it flatly, and he did not explain.The gold was still in his eyes. I watched it leave from the center outward. It took almost a full minute, and when it was gone he looked tired in a way I had never seen on him."You felt her," he said."Yes.""I felt her too. I was standing in the hall giving orders, and something pushed back against my chest from up here.""I know what pushed."He dragged his p







