Roisin I watched Olivine leave, and despite his reassurance, I felt like the worst person in the world. I knew I wasn't exactly the best at reading people's intentions but Olivine had given me too many reasons to trust him. Thinking about it now, judging him for speaking with a criminal made me no different from Alpha Cayn who still very much thought me a murderer.I'd never make that mistake again but I knew I needed to do something to make it up to him, something that showed him I cared just as much as he cared for me. He was out now, probably dealing with that man who had kidnapped Meimei, but when he came back, I wanted him to walk into a surprise, something romantic. The only problem? I had no idea what the hell I was doing.Romantic gestures weren’t exactly my forte. Olivine was the romantic type, knowing how to make every moment magical but I had no experience with this. I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated. There had to be someone who could help me.Then it hit me—Enid, M
Roisin Olivine's eyes darkened, the shift in his demeanor sending a chill down my spine. “I’ll make him pay,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Not only for daring to lay his filthy hands on Meimei and kidnapping her, but for having the gall to show his face here, in the palace.”He went silent, his expression growing distant. It was then I realized he was mindlinking someone. The intensity in his eyes told me it wasn’t just anyone—this was serious. The tension in the air was thick, and even though I was scared of what Olivine might do, I couldn’t bring myself to stop him.Minutes passed, though it felt like an eternity. When he finally refocused on me, there was a steely resolve in his eyes. “Don’t worry,” he said, his tone firm. “He’ll be severely dealt with. I won’t let him get away with this.”A shiver ran down my spine at the finality in his words. I wanted to trust him, to believe that he would handle it the right way, but there was still a part of me that worried. “Sho
Roisin We were at a standstill and it was starting to seem like Olivine wasn't going to give me an answer so I turned to leave. Perhaps some fresh air might do me some good. Almost suddenly, Olivine's hand shot out and grabbed mine, stopping me mid-step. His grip was firm but gentle, as if he didn’t want me to go, yet knew I could pull away if I really wanted to.“Wait,” he murmured, his voice low but filled with emotion. “Why can’t you just trust me, Roisin?”I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “I do trust you,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “That’s why I’m asking questions. But if you can’t give me any answers, then my mind is going to assume the worst.” I pulled my hand back slightly, but he held on tighter, as if afraid to let me slip away.He sighed, his face softening. “Do you really want to know the truth?”I met his gaze, searching his eyes for any sign of evasion, but all I saw was sincerity. I nodded firmly. “Yes. I need to know.”There was a pause, a heartbeat of
Roisin I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the door, my mind replaying the scene I’d just witnessed. The way Olivine had spoken with that man outside the palace—one of Meimei's kidnappers. What could be his relationship with that man? Why would he even be in contact with that type of person? What were they discussing so secretly? Does Olivine know who that man really is? Could he have been involved in Meimei's kidnapping? But why would he do that?!The questions were relentless but I didn't want to give in to them. I didn't want to let my mind sway to the dark side. Olivine isn't like that…My instincts screamed at me to be cautious, to question what I had seen. But another part of me, the part that knew Olivine, refused to let the seed of doubt take root. He had saved me more times than I could count. He isn't that type of person. This has to be some kind of misunderstanding.I sighed, pushing my hair back from my face. The best way to handle this would be to talk to him. I coul
Roisin I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ceiling. Iridian’s venomous words still floated in the back of my mind, but I wouldn’t let her ruin this for me. She had her issues with Olivine, but they weren’t mine to bear. I had enough on my plate without dragging her drama into it.What mattered now was Olivine. He had opened up to me, trusted me with his past. It was time I did the same. I couldn’t keep hiding parts of myself, especially the things that haunted me. I needed to tell him about Azmariah, about the nightmares, the visions—everything. If we were to have any kind of future together, he deserved to know the truth.But the thought of bringing up Azmariah... it sent a chill down my spine. My mind, as if trying to distract me, drifted back to Visaris. I sighed and sat up, my hand instinctively going to my neck. I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror, noticing the faint bruising that had now darkened to a deep purple. I couldn't help but trace each bruise with a m
Roisin I sat on the bed, listening intently. “She caught your eye?”“She did. She wasn’t like the others. Everyone else was busy trying to impress, desperate to be noticed. But Iridian—she stood out because she didn’t seem to care about any of that.” A small smile played on his lips as he spoke. “She was different. While the other women were trying to get my attention, she was outside in the garden, dancing barefoot under the moonlight. There was something so... free about her.”My brows lifted. “That’s not the impression I get of her now.”Olivine chuckled softly. “She wasn’t always like this. That night, she was carefree and spirited. She didn’t want anything from me. It was refreshing.” He glanced down at the floor, as if searching for the right words. “I went out to join her. We talked for hours. It was one of those conversations that felt effortless, like we’d known each other forever.”I could picture it in my mind—the grand ball, the moonlit garden, and Iridian, carefree and b