MasukDamien 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 followed the brooding Elouan into a hall filled with music and candle light. People were dancing together in a movement that flowed like a wave riding the notes of the instruments. I stared at Elouan's shirt, the coarse material I could almost feel, that tempted me to rub the material between my thumb and forefinger. "Would you like something to drink?" He turned to me, catching me off guard, I nodded my head silently and he left my side. I stood anxiously, feeling within and without of the crowd; easy to blend it and yet I still felt out of place. I closed my eyes and pressed my back against the cool slate wall, focusing on the physical feeling of the cold biting into my skin. "Your drink," he said and I opened my eyes to stare in his dark orbs, I reached for the glass, our fingers brushing and he shivered. "That was quick," I said taking the glass from him and bringing it to my lips. He said nothing, and stood beside me, the coarse material of his shirt brushing agai
Olivia POV: My eyes opened and I remembered everything. And more importantly, I realized everything, what the pain was, why my wolf died, everything. Silent tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as I stared at the ceiling, my jaw clenched, refusing to allow myself to crash to the ground screaming and crying. This is it. Mated, unmated, wolf, vampire, murderer and alone. I stared at the white ceiling, trying to focus on the tiny lines engraved for design purposes. "You're awake," came a voice and I rolled away from him, brushing my face into the pillow to hide my tears, "what do you want?" I asked, refusing to look at him. "I just came to check in on you, your last three meals have been returned to the kitchen and you were given sanctuary and so I have to—" I cut him off, "leave Elouan," I said, and he went quiet, "I know you are still there." I didn't want to look at the third man that had entered my life and turned it upside down. "There's a dance tonight," he said, his voice so
Damien POV: I watched her smile, her hair braided and slung over her right shoulder to display the crescent moon mark that had formed from our mating ritual. Other priestesses offered her blessings and hugs with tears in their eyes. It was clear she was beloved, but I couldn't accept what had happened. Her eyes dragged to mine with that love struck smile pasted on her face, but her eyes shadowed as she looked at me. My wolf howled in pain sensing the tension between us and I turned to busy myself with the packs, letting my mind wander back to last night. "He will accept me, we will accept each other." Her words were confident and straightforward— no arguing. She walked towards me with the grace of a predator and stared into my eyes. Her own soft dark eyes mirrored something else, maybe my own dark feelings as she moved her hair to the side revealing her unmarked skin. "I accept you." She said, her words straight forward and my wolf took over as the bond tightened like a physical b
Damien POV:My body swayed from where I was sitting, the wine was sweet and the other priestesses danced around the sensual flames that caused beads of sweat to drip down my neck. I brought my cup to my lips again, my eyes fixed to the copper skinned dancer, her body looked like it belonged to the flames. "Damien," said Dahlia sitting down next to me, I turned regrettably to face my sister, peeling my eyes away from the temptress before me. "What's up?" I said, trying to act casual, "we need to return to our own pack." I noticed her fingers fidgeting slightly with her white dress. "Why?" I asked, keeping my eyes focused on her. "It's the pack, it's in trouble. Dimitri," she took a deep breath and grabbed my cup before taking a deep drink, her cheeks and neck blushing. "I assume this is probably your first time drinking." She smiled sheepishly, "anyway, what were you saying?" I prompted, and she nodded, "Dimitri is going to destroy the pack." She sat my cup down, and I swallowed, my ey
Dimitri POV: "My lord," greeted a guard as he bowed his head, "we are glad for your return." I nodded, "shall I send for the servants?" He asked in his cool voice, "no," I said as I looked at the gardened palace next to my own home. "I think I won't be returning until early." I made my way through the rose brimmed garden to the stone walls of my harem. I wanted— needed a release. I walked through the iron gates that were draped with dark green vines that blossomed with purple flowers, the sweet scent gushing through my nostrils as I push open the heavy gates. Immediately I am met with the sounds of rustling fabric as four women appear. "Mereen, Gia, Ashlyn and Sina." I greeted them, and they bowed their heads, the gold band around their upper arms, glinting with the large ruby encrusted into it. "My lord," cooed Mereen, "it has been so long." The others mirrored her words with their head bowed. I glanced at all of them. Mereen with her midnight black hair, sensual lips and ample bre
Olivia POV: "Water," I croaked, I was still swimming in darkness and my eye lids were too heavy to open. Strong firm hands pulled me close to his chest. A cool glass was placed at my lips and all I could do was open my mouth as water sloshed down my dry tongue and throat, dribbling down my chin as I drank greedily. He pulled the glass away, and I pried my eyes open. Everything was so vivid and bright, I could see the specks of dust in the air. I could see the glow that illuminated the man before me. "Thirsty," I croaked again, the water made no difference, I could hear drums beating in my ears. Loud and clear, the closer he got to me and I looked at him and took in his dark eyes, his straight nose, his full lips and thrumming neck. I leaned closer to him and ran my tongue along the spot where his skin pulsed."Olivia!" He snapped me out of my daze and his strong arms pushed me away. "You're not a wolf anymore," he said stepping back from me. I looked at him confused, unable to see or
Damien POV:I rolled over, and for once I didn't wake up with unbearable pain. My hand grazed the empty space next to me. The sheet cold from the body that had long gone. I sat up abruptly, my hand still pressed against the cold sheet. Her scent was everywhere, on me, around me—everywhere. I swung
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
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
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 pu







