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No. 72

Penulis: Night Walker
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OLIVIA

I woke up slowly, the way you surface from a very deep, dark lake. My mind was fuzzy and quiet. For one perfect, blissful moment, I didn’t know where I was. The bed beneath me was soft, the sheets smelling faintly of clean cotton and something else, something woodsy and safe.

Then, the memory crashed in.

My eyes flew open. I was in a large, sun-filled bedroom. The walls were a soft grey stone, the furniture heavy dark wood. It wasn’t my cold, plain room in Eric’s house. I was in Killian’s mansion. Killian’s bed.

A sigh escaped me, so deep it felt like it came from my toes. It wasn’t just air leaving my lungs; it was years of fear, a lifetime of tension, seeping out. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt a sense of peace. It was fragile, like the first thin ice on a pond, but it was real. I was safe.

I turned in the large bed, my hand reaching out for the warmth I’d fallen asleep against. The sheets on his side were cool and rumpled.

Killian was gone.

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SStorm
why continue with the cruelty? it's time for her to start fresh and grow stronger. is she always going to be weak?
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Kpat
Not more stupidity more of the same cruelty just a different person. Come on let her start fighting back
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  • His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow    No. 72

    OLIVIAI woke up slowly, the way you surface from a very deep, dark lake. My mind was fuzzy and quiet. For one perfect, blissful moment, I didn’t know where I was. The bed beneath me was soft, the sheets smelling faintly of clean cotton and something else, something woodsy and safe.Then, the memory crashed in.My eyes flew open. I was in a large, sun-filled bedroom. The walls were a soft grey stone, the furniture heavy dark wood. It wasn’t my cold, plain room in Eric’s house. I was in Killian’s mansion. Killian’s bed.A sigh escaped me, so deep it felt like it came from my toes. It wasn’t just air leaving my lungs; it was years of fear, a lifetime of tension, seeping out. For the first time in as long as I could remember, I felt a sense of peace. It was fragile, like the first thin ice on a pond, but it was real. I was safe.I turned in the large bed, my hand reaching out for the warmth I’d fallen asleep against. The sheets on his side were cool and rumpled. Killian was gone.A tin

  • His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow    No. 71

    OLIVIA I walked out of the pack house with Killian’s arm around my waist, his hand warm and steady on my hip. Every step felt like I was leaving a piece of myself behind—the broken girl who used to live there, who used to think she deserved the pain. The cool night air hit my face and I breathed it in deep, trying to wash away the smell of blood and shame that clung to me.We had just stepped onto the front steps when a voice called my name.“Olivia!”I froze.I froze. That voice. Deep and familiar, but cold.I turned slowly. My father, Beta Edward, stood at the top of the stairs. He looked older than I remembered, with more grey in his hair and lines on his face. He held his walking stick tight, like he needed it to stand straight. His eyes were complicated—part anger, part something I couldn’t read. I couldn’t tell. I didn’t want to tell.He took a step closer, then stopped, as if the space around Killian and me was charged and dangerous. He cleared his throat, his eyes avoiding Ki

  • His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow    No. 70

    OLIVIAThe hall had gone so quiet I could hear my own blood rushing in my ears.Eric and Killian circled each other like storms about to crash.Eric, wiping blood from his mouth, his eyes glowing that sickly, furious blue. Killian, still as a mountain, his grey eyes tracking Eric’s every twitch with cold precision. Everyone stood in a wide circle, watching, whispering, waiting. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of aggression and the electricity of shifting power.“He’s going to kill him,” a man near me whispered, his voice a mix of awe and fear.“Serves him right, challenging the King like that,” another muttered.“Look at her, just standing there. This is all her fault,” a Luna’s voice hissed from my left. I didn’t turn my head. I kept my eyes glued to Killian.Then, Eric shifted first.His body cracked and twisted, clothes ripping away as a smaller brown wolf burst out. He was smaller than I remembered—lean, fast, eyes burning with hate. He bared his teeth, saliva dripping f

  • His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow    No. 69

    OLIVIA My heart, which had been a trapped, frantic bird, suddenly stilled. He began to walk. The crowd parted for him without a word, without a command—just the sheer force of his presence pushing them back like a tide. His boots were quiet on the stone floor, but each step echoed in the silence that had fallen over the room. No one dared speak. No one dared breathe too loud. He walked straight past Brenda, who still had her hand pressed to her reddened cheek, eyes wide with shock. Past Lupiter, who stood frozen, her own cheek marked from my slap, mouth open like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. He didn’t look at them. He didn’t look at anyone. He stopped only when he stood between me and Eric. Right there. A wall of muscle and fury and leather and storm. Killian didn’t speak at first. He just looked at Eric, and the disdain in his eyes was colder than the winter wind. And whatever Eric saw in those stormy eyes made him take one involuntary step

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    OLIVIA The next night came too fast. The pack house was alive with music and laughter for the grand banquet. It was supposed to be a celebration before the moon festival, with Alphas and Lunas from nearby packs coming to visit. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation. But for me, it felt like walking into a trap.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall. Madison was pacing in front of me like a caged animal, her elegant gown swishing with each furious turn. Her face twisted with anger. I had recounted my visit to Father’s office—how he wanted me to publicly apologize to Lupiter and Eric at the festival, swear my loyalty, and live as a servant. It was all a deal to make me look bad one last time.“That’s bullshit,” Madison stopped, facing me. Her voice was a low, dangerous snarl. Her eyes, usually warm and bright, were flashing with the fierce gold of her wolf. “Your father is a monster. How can he do that to you? Make you beg in front of everyone? It’s cruel.”

  • His Alpha Brother Is My Bedfellow    No. 67

    OLIVIA The walk to my father’s office felt like a chain as we walked down the hallway to Father’s office. Lupiter steps were quick and sure, but mine were slow and shaky. Every time I moved, the blisters on my skin pulled and burned. My legs felt like jelly, and my head was still fuzzy from the fever. The maids followed behind us, whispering like this was some game.We stopped at the big wooden door. Lupiter knocked once, then pushed it open without waiting. She always did that—like she owned everything.Father sat behind his large desk, papers spread out in front of him. The room smelled like old books and cigar smoke, the same as always. He looked up when we came in, his grey eyes cold and hard. He didn’t even glance at my bruises or the way I was limping. He just looked disgusted, like I was dirt on his shoe.“Lupiter,” he said, his voice warming a little. “My girl.”She let go of me and ran to him, hugging him tight. “Father.”He patted her back, smiling. “You look good beautiful

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