Mag-log inOlivia's POV The sunlight filtered softly through the nursery window, casting a golden glow over the room. I sat in the oversized rocking chair, holding one of the twins – our daughter, Marley – close to my chest. Her tiny fingers curled around mine, her soft coos a melody that calmed my heart.
My heart raced, but not from fear. This was it, the moment I’d been bracing for, waiting for, and dreading in equal measure. “Breathe, Luna,” Maren’s soft voice instructed. I tried, but it was impossible to focus with the mix of emotions swirling inside me. Anticipation. Pain. Joy. Panic. The
Ethan's POV I sat at my desk, staring at the reports of final integration for the Pack merger. The words blurred together as my thoughts wandered to Olivia. My wolf stirred, not with restlessness but with quiet contentment. A smile tugged at my lips as I ran a hand through my hair. If someone ha
As Kelvin left with his warriors, I turned to Olivia, her expression contemplative. “You’ve built something incredible,” I said softly. “And now, it’s going to make a difference far beyond what we imagined.” She smiled, the tension easing from her shoulders. “We’ve built it,” she corrected. The
Ethan's POV Alpha Kelvin’s arrival was as unexpected as it was intriguing. I stood on the porch of the Pack House as his car pulled into the driveway, flanked by two of his warriors. His presence here wasn’t entirely surprising; Kelvin had been a consistent ally, but the timing piqued my curiosity
He shook his head, stepping forward. “No, thank you. I won’t stay long.” His voice was confident as ever, but lacking the usual edge. We led him to the sitting area, the warmth of the fire casting shadows across his face. He sat stiffly, hands clasped in front of him, and for a moment, I could see
Olivia's POVThe drive to Storm Haven Pack with Ethan was silent. Neither of us felt the need to fill the space with superficial conversation. It seemed pointless given the weight of the entire situation.After the confrontation with Grace and my acceptance of the ‘business arrangement,’ I wasn’t in
Olivia's POV With all eyes, and cameras, on us, I had to push aside my feelings and focus on radiating joy. I wanted to confront Ethan, but that would have to wait until we were alone. My mind raced, trying to sort my thoughts into something I could say to sound rational. It was in the contract
Olivia's POVEthan’s voice slammed into my mind. “Play your part.”I wanted to roll my eyes, cursing his hypocrisy. He could be the most arrogant wolf in the room. For now, I had no choice but to obey. I wrapped my arms around him, pressing close, and allowed a bashful smile to spread across my face
She sighed, her voice weak but steady. "I told you; Chosen Mates are always unreliable. But still… you haven’t found your Fated Mate, Olivia."Her words hit me harder than I expected, a subtle reminder I hadn’t followed in my parents’ footsteps. I thought about telling her about Ethan, but the idea







