LOGINDamien POV:
Her long brown hair fell down her back in waves as she rode me reverse cow girl. My fingers travelled up her back towards her neck, gripping it as I turned her head towards me, kissing those pouty lips. She moaned, "Oh Damien!" I growled as my cock throbbed inside of her, I kissed her neck and she moaned again. She was so wet and slippery, I pushed her down into doggy and momentarily pulled out as I aligned myself perfectly before slamming into her, "yes Alpha!" She cried out, "fuck me like your dirty whore!" Her words were sending me over the edge, I grabbed her hair, pulling her back up into me as my other hand found her perky breasts, "Oh Olivia!" I growled as I came deep inside her. She scrambled off and away after we had both finished and looked at me irritated, "what's wrong?" I asked as I pulled on my tshirt and watched her get dressed, "my names not Olivia!" She exclaimed, I rolled my eyes, "I'm sorry, what was it again?" I asked switching on my charming smile, "Alice," she smiled back. These dumb she wolves were so easy to play, especially when you're a future Alpha. "Well, Alice, I had a lot of fun," I said as I pulled open the side drawer and handed her the morning after pill, she took it and popped it into her mouth before swallowing.
She looked nothing like Olivia when you looked at her face but from behind it didn't matter. "So would you like my number?" She asked as she twirled a brown strand of her freshly fucked hair, the bracelets on her wrist jingling, "sure," I said and she wasted no time in scribbling down something on an old receipt, "call me, if you're ever need anything," she said extending the dirty piece of paper to me, "Alpha Damien." She fluttered her long lashed brown eyes and my cock throbbed again. I grabbed the paper and squashed it in my fist, "I think I will be calling, sooner rather than later." She smiled at that as she bent over to pick up her bag, her mini skirt revealing that she wasn't wearing the thong I took of her when she arrived. Damn! This girl was slutty in the best way! With one last seductive look over her shoulder, she was gone. I laid back onto the bed, staying at an airport hotel was not a part of the plan but when your mate is your sister and you haven't rejected her yet, it makes a lot of sense why you wouldn't or shouldn't show up earlier than expected when returning home.
My phone started ringing in that moment, think of the devil, it was my mother. "Hello," I answered, "my boy!" She gushed with excitement, "did you land yet?" She asked and I smiled into my cell phone, "yes last night, I was just too jet lagged to come home," there was silence on her end, "I understand," she said. It was an uncomfortable silence after that but it wasn't unusual for me because my mother knew. She knew everything. "Would you like to meet for breakfast?" She asked and I could hear the longing in her voice to see me, "why not?" I said, "great, just text me your hotel details and I will come to your hotel and meet you for breakfast." She sounded so happy. "Okay mom, see you in a bit," I said, "love you," she said, "love you too." I cut the call and stretched, I needed to shower but my dick was hard again and I was so tired from last night's escapades. That brunette chick, what was her name again? I totally forgot, she was on another level but being back here had made my wolf completely restless, there was one thing he wanted and that was our mate. I closed my eyes briefly remembering her as I left, she was beautiful and sad and it killed me to walk away but I was an Alpha and no one would respect an Alpha who bedded his sister. I couldn't bring that shame upon my family or her. I needed to control myself and my wolf because he was the real problem, always sniffing her clothes and trying to find her. I stood up and headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower as I remembered the moment I found out she was my mate.
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"Happy Birthday son!" Beamed my father, the house was littered with people from our pack, friends and family. Everyone was so happy to see me turn eighteen and at 17:33 exactly, I would be. I blew out my candles and then I was hit with this delicious scent of jasmine, "what is that?" I asked, my mom looked at me puzzled as the drinking continued, "what is what Damien?" She asked, "that beautiful smell, it's so sweet," her face lit up at my words, "Sweet Goddess! You've found your mate!" She gushed, "well, follow your nose, lets meet her!" I did as I was told, following the scent outside and there she stood, her long brown hair blowing in the wind as she chatted up a storm to Micheal, my best friend. I let out a growl and everyone looked at me including her and Micheal. Their heads snapped in unison and I'll never forget the way her lips parted in confusion. My mother watching this whole scene unfold grabbed my arm, digging her nails into my skin and pulled me away. "You cannot tell anyone about this!" She hissed when we were alone, "we would all be ruined if this came out!" She was pacing my father's office, "what does this mean?" I asked, confused as to why my sister was my mate. Her eyes snapped up to me, remembering I was there, "nothing! It's a mistake, the Moon Goddess made a mistake!" She continued to pace, "speak to no one about this Damien!"
The next day, I was shipped off to Australia and I didn't even say goodbye.
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,
Olivia POV:The sparkling sheer black dress made me stand out in the candle-lit room, but I knew that was exactly what he wanted. The fabric clung to me like darkness spun into silk, every step catching the warm glow of the chandeliers overhead. Music drifted through the hall—soft, elegant, eerily calm—but my pulse thrummed far too loudly beneath my ribs. I watched him from the corner of the magnificent hall.Dimitri.Commanding. Effortlessly regal. A predator dressed in tailored midnight. He moved through the crowd with a kind of lethal grace that made people part for him without even realizing they did. His eyes—those cold, starless things—kept flicking toward me, like a silent tether wrapped around my throat. He wanted me seen. Displayed. Marked as his. Every instinct in me bristled at the thought.Even from across the room, I could feel the faint ripple of satisfaction rolling off him, like he was drinking in the sight of me. I lifted a glass from a passing tray, not to drink but
Damien POV:I opened my eyes and sat up. Immediately I could feel the difference in me. It was quiet. The kind of quiet I hadn’t felt since the day my wolf first surfaced—no growling, no pacing, no tearing at my insides demanding Olivia, demanding mate. Just… silence.My chest rose and fell without the usual burn. My head didn’t pound. My veins weren’t on fire. For the first time in weeks, I wasn’t being torn in two. I flexed my fingers slowly, testing the foreign stillness inside me. It was like walking into your childhood home and realizing someone had removed all the furniture—familiar walls, but empty, echoing."Good," the High Priestess murmured, her voice drifting in from somewhere to my left. "The separation held." I turned my head toward her. Even that simple motion didn’t hurt. "How long…?" My voice was hoarse. "How long do I have without him?" She stepped closer, her robes whispering over the stone floor. Her eyes—ancient, silver, knowing—rested on me with something like pit







