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Three 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.
Olivia POV:I watched him sleep. For the first time since I’d known Damien, there was no tension carved into his face, no shadow of pain tightening his jaw. His breathing was slow, even, the rise and fall of his chest steady beneath my cheek. He looked younger like this. Softer. Human in a way that made my heart ache. His words replayed in my mind—not loud, not dramatic, just true. I had felt them settle into the bond, warm and certain, but certainty didn’t erase danger. If anything, it sharpened it. My father’s voice echoed in my memory, smooth and cruel beneath its mockery. They will come for him through you. I closed my eyes briefly, swallowing the knot in my throat. "I won’t let them," I whispered, more vow than thought. My gaze drifted to the floor. The dagger lay there where it had fallen earlier, half-caught in the firelight. The flames licked along its edge, turning the steel molten gold for a heartbeat before it dimmed again. It wasn’t just a weapon—I could feel it. Old magic
Damien POV:My wolf was healing by just holding her in my arms, and my strength had returned tenfold. She slowly pulled away from me, her chin lifting towards me and her eyes darkened with something that only mates could understand. I leaned closer into her and she didn't stop me. Why would she? As soon as our lips touched, my entire body exploded with electricity and I pulled her deeper into the kiss. I could feel her body soften in my arms and I wanted her, I wanted her to know that I never stopped thinking about her and that everything I did in the past, the mistakes I made, I was never going to repeat them. I got down on my knees in front of her. "What are you doing?" She asked, looking down at me. I smiled at her seductively, as I lifted her leg, trailing butterfly kisses upwards towards her thigh. She inhaled sharply when I lifted her leg, her hands instinctively finding my shoulders—not to stop me, but to steady herself. The bond hummed between us, alive and radiant, stitching
Olivia POV:I felt the buzzing again as my eyes flew open, the sensation crawling beneath my skin like static. My fingers were locked tight around the dagger’s hilt, the sapphires warm now—too warm—as if they had been resting against my pulse instead of cold metal.I sucked in a sharp breath and pushed myself upright. I was no longer in the garden. I looked around and, to my horror, I was outside my old home. I rushed forward toward the territory line, and I was hit with his scent. Damien. I was overwhelmed with emotions now.Fear. Loss. Heartbreak. Guilt.They crashed over me all at once, so sharp and sudden that my knees nearly buckled. My fingers tightened instinctively around the dagger, the buzzing flaring in response, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was him.Damien.His scent clung to the air like a wound that had never healed—warm earth and smoke, something wild threaded with sorrow. It wrapped around my chest and squeezed until breathing hurt. Memories I had buried deep
Olivia POV:It was dark, but I could feel the cool grass under my palms, damp with night dew. My body ached dully, the pain blooming in slow, unwelcome waves as I tried to piece together what had happened. My head throbbed, every pulse sending a sharp reminder through my skull. I pushed myself up onto my elbows and immediately regretted it. The world tilted, shadows blurring into one another. Stone walls loomed nearby—old, worn smooth by time—and towering hedges pressed in on all sides. Wherever I was, it wasn’t the garden I had been walking toward earlier. That much I knew with chilling certainty. "Dimitri…" I whispered, the name slipping out before I could stop it. The memory came back in fragments. Moonlight. The promise of meeting him. A presence —powerful, too fast. A sharp sting at my neck, followed by cold spreading through my veins like ice water. Panic. Then nothing.My fingers brushed my throat. The skin there was tender, sore, but unbroken. Whatever they’d done, it hadn’t b
Dimitri POV:Her hands wrapped coldly around my neck, her thick scented perfume filling my nostrils. "Just for a little bit," she cooed, and I grabbed her wrists, removing them from my neck. "I am not interested Nila." The smile on her face disappeared and she hissed with anger. "Why!?" She snapped, her eyes glowing red with anger, "because of that mutt bitch!" I stared at her under my cool gaze. She wanted a rise, but she wasn't going to get it. "You should leave, I have things to do." I closed the thick leather book that was in front of me and stood up, smoothing my dark cloak. "Bullshit!" She shouted, "You just want to get back to her!" The emphasis of her that came out of her mouth was laced with venom. I grabbed her by her throat and lifted her feet off the ground, "You are forgetting your place in my nest."Her pulse fluttered wildly beneath my grip, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. For a heartbeat, the room was silent except for the crackle of the fire and the shallow rasp of
Olivia POV:I sat beneath the great oak, its ancient branches stretching wide above me like a silent guardian, leaves whispering softly as the night wind passed through them. The sky overhead was a deep velvet black, scattered with stars that seemed too distant, too indifferent. I hugged my knees to my chest, the cool grass seeping through the thin fabric of my dress. Dimitri was supposed to meet me here after his meeting.He was late.I told myself not to read into it. Meetings ran long. Responsibilities pulled at him from every direction now. Still, unease curled low in my stomach, the earlier buzzing returning as a faint, persistent hum beneath my skin. My wolf shifted restlessly, ears pricked toward the path that led back to the estate. "Any minute now," I murmured to myself, tracing the rough bark of the oak with my fingers. The tree felt solid. Real. I wished I felt the same. Time stretched, measured only by the slow drift of clouds across the moon. I glanced up again, then back







