LOGINOlivia POV:
Micheal was waiting for me as I parked my Audi. "Good Morning Olivia," he beamed, "why is everyone so cheery in the morning?" I mused, "maybe it's because you're the only person not getting any!" He exclaimed and I laughed, "you always bring that up Micheal," I say as he grabs my books, "and so? Is it not true?" I smile at his incessant teasing. Micheal has become our field trainer since graduating, until my brother returns and he has to take up his beta duties. "So how's Kathy?" I ask and he grimaces, "you know her, she's up and down with me." "Why don't you settle down for real?" I ask as I brush a loose strand of hair behind my ear, "I don't know," he says as he watches me intently with his green eyes, "I guess, I'm just waiting for the right girl to notice me." We continue walking to class and make plans to meet for lunch.
"Olivia!" Shouted Astrid when she saw me, she was standing by the locker with one of the jocks. She shot her hand up and jumped up and down, her blonde curls bouncing with her, I walked faster towards the energetic she wolf. "Oh My Goddess!" She exclaimed looking at my outfit, "you know, you used to be captain of the cheerleading squad!" She exclaimed, I shrugged as a smile creeped across my face, "I know," I smiled and she hooked her arm in mine, slamming her locker as she pulled me away and we walked to class. "So are you coming to the game this afternoon?" She asked and I sighed as we both knew the answer, "Astrid, you know my mother-" "Yeah! Yeah! But I have a plan," she said and I grimaced because her plans hardly worked out, "hear me out!" She exclaimed excitedly, "everyone's talking about how your brother returns today," she whispered and I cocked an eye brow at her, "news travels fast," I said playfully and she shrugged, "small town, now, I got some intel that your mom is going to be out the whole day with him so as long as you get back before dark, you will be fine!" She looked at me with those water colour eyes of hers, pleading for me to say yes.
"Fine!" I give in and she squeals again, being at school made me feel much better. "Oh! By the way," she said turning her head back to me, "what do you want to do for your eighteenth?" Her question stumped me, "I don't know." She pulled me into the girls bathroom and rolled her eyes. "We are gonna have a party!" "No! Absolutely not!" I exclaimed putting up my arms in front of me, "Astrid, my parents are arranging my marriage." She looked at me shocked, "what!?" I nodded at her and she put down her peach gloss and looked at me, "when did you find out?" She asked, "last night," I sniffed, "Oh! Olivia," she cooed as she pulled me into a hug, "maybe there's a way to stop this, they can't seriously do that!" The water works had started and I couldn't hold it in, "they're the Alpha and Luna, it's already decided!" She grabbed tissue and immediately handed it to me, "you could always run away and come live with me, I'm leaving to my aunts in another pack after graduation," she said as she rubbed my arm, "they'll find me," I noted and she pulled me into another hug, "think about it. If you don't want this, I'll help you get out!" I nodded and she wiped my tears away, "now come on my beautiful best friend, we have a life to live." I chuckled at her bubbly nature and she pulled me out the bathroom, "and anyways, there is nothing they can do if you find your mate," said Astrid as we walked into English, "my mate, I wonder who he could be and if he is even any better," Astrid rolls her eyes, "he has to be! The Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes Olivia!" I smiled at her as we sat down and opened our books.
The whole lesson went long as we read and analyzed Macbeth but I couldn't focus. There was this gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach and it seemed to get worse and worse. I stared out the window and wondered if maybe I shouldn't skip the game.
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







