LOGINOlivia the daughter of The Alpha and Luna of The Green River Pack has been known to have the best life but what happens when it all turns out to not be true! Her mother who used to be her best friend is now her prison warden, always keeping a watchful eye on Olivia and keeping her to a strict curfew. It all started two years ago, her brother, who used to be her best friend, her confidant... He just changed! It all happened the day he turned eighteen, after that... Well, to say he hated her was an understatement! He moved his things to the cottage outside and then packed up and left. He has been gone two years and not once did he ever contact her. ~~~Things are about to change, with Olivia turning eighteen and her controlling over protective brother returning, secrets are bound to come out. Especially now that there is a new threat to the pack and to Olivia. Will the secrets all come out or can Olivia fix all of this?
View MoreThree knocks on the door. It was the same every morning for the last two years. She barely spoke to me unless it was giving me a curfew or reprimanding me for something that I didn't do. I sighed as I sat up in my queen sized bed, my long brown hair cascaded down in waves over my shoulders, I stared at myself in the mirror opposite my bed and just looked at the features everyone thought was so damn beautiful but I hated!
You must be wondering why do I hate my features so much? Well... My mother is blonde and 5 ft 10, with straight hair, blue eyes and pink pouty lips, she looks like a greek goddess. My dad, he's 6 ft with black hair and blue eyes, my brother is a mix of both of them with his jet black hair and striking blue eyes, he has the most perfect lips and as future Alpha you can imagine how the girls swoon for him. Me on the other hand, I am well liked and respected but I don't look anything like them, I am 5 ft 5, I have brown eyes and where my mom has an hour glass, I'm more bottom heavy with my b cup breasts.
I kick off the beautiful purple sheets and swing my legs off the bed. My brother and I always got a long really well but it's been two years and I am the loneliest person you will ever meet.
My door swings open and in walks Emma, our omega. She has been taking care of me since I was a little girl. "Good morning Olivia," she sings in her sweet voice, she has always done it since I was little and it always used to get a giggle out of me in the mornings but now it was just a smile, "are you ready for school today?" She asked ignoring my over all glumness, "no," I said as I stood up and looked for something to wear in my closet, she sighed, "you can't be this moody everyday, life is going to get better around here, you'll see!" I couldn't smile at her words, last nights dinner coming back to me...
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Knives and forks scraped against plates as the three of us sat at dinner. "Damien returns tomorrow," announced my father, not even looking up. I felt my fingers increase with sweat, my mother looked agitated, "I thought we agreed that he would return after Olivia leaves," commented my mother putting down her knife and fork, "leave?" I questioned and it was like they both had noticed me for the first time, my father cleared his throat uncomfortably, "yes. You will be leaving to a new pack, we will marry you off for a better alliance," he noted casually then went back to shovelling spaghetti and meatballs down his throat. I suppressed the urge to get up and scream and throw everything up in the air. That would just make them angry, so I continued to eat my dinner silently.
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"Olivia, I heard what happened last night," said Emma, I finally pulled out an old Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt and a pair of black skinny legs, "if you heard then surely you must understand." I felt tired, my parents have been like this for a long time but I only really noticed it two years ago, after he left. "Your brother is coming back, maybe he will put a stop to this," said Emma as she made my bed, I scoffed, "as if, he only cares about himself and his whores! He's just like the rest of them!" I exclaimed and I heard Emma sigh, she knew to leave it when I got heated about my family situation. "I'm going to go shower," I said, not meeting her eyes, "okay, I will bring breakfast upstairs today, would you like anything special?" She asked and I looked at her, a smile creeping up my face, "maybe just crackers and cheese," she smiled at that and nodded. Crackers and cheese was my favorite snack and when I was little, there was a point where it was all I ate. I let Emmas words play over in my head, maybe Damien would set things right.
Damien POV:My hands shook as I raised the crystal glass of amber liquid to my lips. The pain was striking and hot like a metal rod that had been left to soak in the starving flames of the fire, pressing into my heart. He was touching her, doing more than the pain would allow me to imagine. My wolf howled in pain. Sweat dripped like rain off my brow as I pushed myself to the single seater couch, falling onto it and spilling some of my drink. I needed the pain to dull or to stop. The room felt too small, the walls closing in as if they knew what was tearing through me. I leaned forward, elbows braced on my knees, breath coming out in rough, uneven pulls. The fire crackled across from me, its warmth useless against the cold spreading through my chest.I could feel it—feel him—like a brand pressed straight into my soul. The bond screamed, raw and furious, and my wolf paced beneath my skin, claws raking at the inside of my ribs. Every instinct demanded I go to her, tear through whatever s
Olivia POVI didn’t know when standing so close to him had become dangerous. Dimitri hadn’t touched me again—not properly—but his presence pressed in from all sides, thick and inescapable. I could feel him behind me, feel the heat that shouldn’t exist radiating off his body like a promise my instincts didn’t trust. "You kissed me," he said quietly, almost thoughtfully. "And yet your heart is racing like you regret it." I turned slowly, meeting his gaze. His red eyes were darker now, less molten, more… intent. Studying me. Waiting. "I don’t regret it," I said, though the words tasted uncertain. "I regret how easy it was." His mouth curved—not quite a smile. "Ah." He stepped closer. Not enough to touch. Just enough that I could feel the brush of his breath against my cheek, the faint metallic sweetness that followed him everywhere. "That is the part you don’t understand yet," he murmured. "It was never meant to be hard." My pulse thundered traitorously. "You planned this." "I anticipate
Olivia POV:His hand clamped around my wrist like a steel shackle, and before I could react, Dimitri yanked me forward—hard. My heels scraped against the polished marble as he dragged me down the corridor, past the staring courtiers, past the flickering candelabras, past the music that suddenly felt too sharp, too loud. The double doors to his chambers stood open like a gaping mouth. And he shoved me straight through. I stumbled but caught myself before hitting the floor, breath ragged, heart thundering. Dimitri stalked inside behind me, closing the doors with a harsh, echoing thud that swallowed the last bit of sound from the ballroom. "So," he said, his voice curling like smoke, "you remember?" He stepped closer, slow, deliberate—predatory. The shadows clung to him like loyal servants, and his eyes glowed in the dimness, a molten, dangerous red. I lifted my chin. "Yes." He laughed once—short and sharp. "My little diamond finally has her memories back." His tone dripped with mockery.
Olivia POV:His cold, iron–strong hands clamped around my wrists before I could take another step. The force of it jolted me, dragging a gasp from my throat as he spun me to face him. The world blurred for a heartbeat—candles, marble, velvet shadows smearing together—until all that was left was Dimitri’s face inches from mine. His eyes weren’t the soft molten red he used when he wanted me pliant.They were darker. Sharper. Ancient. "So you remember?" he asked, voice dangerously calm—too calm. Like a blade wrapped in silk.My breath hitched. Remember? I didn’t know what he meant. I didn’t know why my chest hurt or why the night air had felt like freedom or why a name—Damien—echoed inside me like a half-forgotten lullaby.But I knew the way he was looking at me now wasn’t the same as before.This wasn’t seduction.It was suspicion.Possession."I—I don’t know what you’re talking about," I whispered, my voice barely mine. His fingers tightened, cold pressure biting into my skin. "Olivia,












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