LOGINDamien POV:
I watched like a creep from behind the trees, how my mate and little sister (I don't think it will ever be normal to say that in a sentence to anyone) was allowing Micheal to be all handsy with her. I was using my wolf hearing to listen in on their flirtatious conversations as they trained and I could feel my wolf close to the surface. I got back into SUV, slamming the door before pressing down on the accelerator and speeding away. I drove the lonely road, surrounded on both sides by forest and then pulled over. I needed to shift. My wolf wanted to kill Micheal for even touching her. The image of his hand on her upper thigh made me growl loudly as my talons extended, a flock of crows flew away loudly from the trees near me.
I kicked off my shoes and tossed into the car before running barefoot into the forest and shifting instantly. The trees were a dark green and the floor of the forest was littered with green and brown. My black wolf picked up into a run, our paws thrumming against the earth. No matter how hard we pushed, ran or even jumped, I couldn't escape the images of his hands on her thigh, the way he held her down and the way that they looked at each other. I howled in anger, scaring off even more birds as I ran. I hadn't felt this way for two years. I thought about her but I never imagined that there could be other people interested in her. These emotions were overwhelming and killing me. My wolf wanted nothing more than to mark her but I couldn't. I needed to reject her. Once she turns eighteen in a few days, it will all be easier. We'll reject each other, after all, it was a silly mistake on the Moon Goddess' part and then we will go our seperate ways. It will all be okay again. Leaves were flying at the speed at which I was running, mom won't be so stressed and I'm sure Olivia will be happier too!
All these thoughts twisting and convulsing in my own head, brewing up it's own little sand storm. There would be no escape until I rejected her and I just needed to hold on for three days, I've done it for two years so I can do it for three more days. A brown wolf stopped in front of me and I skidded on my hind legs to avoid clashing into them. We both shifted back. I was ready to tear them a new one after we nearly clashed when the wolf transformed into a beautiful brunette. She had short hair but her hour glass figure was out of this world. I could only stare. She bowed to me, "Young Alpha," she smiled, "your mother said that I could find you here," I took a whiff of her scent, she was an omega. "What is it that you want?" I asked and she smiled coyly at me, "to please you," she said as her eyes travelled down to my large manhood. "I will be taking care of you for the next three days," she smiled and I couldn't help but smile back, "is that so?" I asked stepping closer to her, "and how do you plan on doing that?" She backed up against the tree as she pushed up her large breasts for my viewing pleasure and fluttered her sultry eyes at me. "which ever way would please you," she slid down to her knees and took my hard, thick cock into her hands as she looked up at me, deep in my eyes. I placed my hand on her head, tangling my fingers into her soft hair as she took my whole member into her mouth and down her throat, slobbering and choking as she forced more and more, until she had taken it all. I moaned in pleasure and then she started bobbing her head up and down, sliding her throat around my cock, I was growling as I imagined it was Olivia doing this to me. I gripped her hair tighter as I forced her to take more of me, all I could see was Olivia's beautiful face and that was it, in no time, I was releasing loads of my cum down her throat and it was all to the thought of my sister. I really needed to get a grip on myself! I pulled out of her mouth and helped her up, "your mother said it would be better if I stayed in your room," she smiled and I smiled at her as absentmindedly brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "I think right now, it would be best." Her eyes sparkled at my words.
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







