"You're going to meet her someday." I whispered. "Olivia." I forced a smile and lifted my head. "And it's fine. I'll be rooting for you all the way." He cut me off with a soft "Liv." I blinked away my tears. "No, listen to me. We need to accept that this won't last forever. You could find her on your next trip out of town, and I'll be forgotten." I swallowed the lump formed in my throat. "I just hope we'll still be friends." His face twisted in pain as he rested his forehead against mine, his hands trembling as he cups my cheeks. "You'll always be my best friend." "And you'll always be mine." I pressed my lips against his, needing to taste him, to feel his lips on mine, to know that at this moment, he was mine. ^^^ Olivia Martins has always been an outcast in the Nightshade pack. She's an omega and the pack she grew up in never failed to remind her that she'll never be one of them. It wasn't so bad growing up, she had her best friend by her side. Caspian Storm, son of the alpha of the Nightshade pack, befriended her when they were both little, and they've been inseparable ever since. Their friendship started out sweet and innocent, but it developed into more. Olivia knew that it couldn't last forever because Caspian would find his mate and what they had would come to an end. Yet, she couldn't guard her heart and when her worst fear comes true, she flees. Will Olivia and Caspian find their way back to each other or will the threat of Caspian finding his mate keep them apart?
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"Look at her, what a slut." I ignore the whispers and stares as I walk down the hallway of my high school. It wasn't new to me, the insults, the disgusted looks they throw at me. I should have gotten used to it by now. But I haven't. It doesn't hurt any less after a thousand times, and I still feel the burn in my cheeks when their stares get too unbearable. I keep my head down and increase my pace, counting my steps until I'm out of the school, where I won't be able to hear their snickers and whispers anymore. The blast of air that hits me as I step out of the school walls is refreshing, calming the storm raging in me. You might wonder why I put up with it. Well, it's because I have no other option. As an omega, I don't really have many choices. I listen, obey, and do what I'm told without questions. It's been that way for as long as I can remember. My opinions don't matter, my feelings are ignored, and the only reason I've not been kicked out is because of Caspian, the son of the alpha and my best friend in the whole world. We've been friends since we were little, until a while ago when our friendship developed into more. And ever since the pack found out, the maltreatment has only gotten worse. Caspian's mother, the Alpha's mate and the Luna of the pack, has always taken great pleasure in reminding me of my place in the pack. But her dislike of me has only gotten worse since Caspian and I started dating. She wasted no chance to rub in my face that I'll never be good enough for her son. As the next alpha of the pack, Caspian's fated mate will be strong, worthy to be the Luna of the pack, not a weak omega like me. So I try to avoid her every time Caspian and I meet at his house. Like I did today, when I told him that I had something to do and left school early, without him. I didn't tell him the real reason, though—that his mother had warned me to stay away from him the last time she caught me sneaking out of his room. "What took you so long?" He said as I entered his room, his lips brushing my neck in a way that made my knees weak. I wanted to make sure your mom was out, I thought, but I didn't say that. "Homework." I mumbled, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I didn't see you after school," he murmured. "I could've given you a ride here." He said with a frown. I shrug, pulling him for a kiss to distract him. It worked. We spent the rest of the afternoon cuddling, lost in each other. Once we'd caught our breath, Caspian propped himself above me, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my lower back. I was still a bit dazed, coming off the high. I heard him call my name, and I hummed, absentmindedly. "Olivia," he called again, snapping me back to reality. I must have lost track of time because before I knew it, the sun was setting. "Oh shit." I stood up in a rush. "What time is it?" I asked, grabbing my things from the floor. "Not time for you to leave." He said. "Come here." He gestured for me to move closer. I didn't move. I needed to leave, and if I listened to him, he wouldn't let me. "I have to go." I insisted. He closed the distance between us, his fingers tangling in my hair as he angled my head for a kiss. I turned away. "I really need to go." "Stay for a little bit." He said, turning my face to his, placing a soft kiss on my lips. I shook my head, but he only kissed me harder. "Your mom will be back soon." I reminded him, once he finally released my lips from the brutal kiss. Don't talk about my mom when I'm about to fuck you." He whispered before lifting me in his arms, and I forgot the reason I was in such a rush to leave. ^^^ I carefully pulled away from him, slipping from the bed quietly, to make sure I don't wake him. I gathered my clothes from the floor and got dressed, pulling on my shoes and grabbing my backpack before heading out. All the while I prayed I wouldn't run into Luna Storm, Caspian's mother. She hated me, and I'd been doing everything to avoid her. She had it in her mind that I'd somehow bewitched Caspian, as there was no other explanation for him wanting me instead of her precious Bridget, the daughter of the pack beta. She's been doing everything possible to separate us since we got together romantically a few months ago. No one understood why the son of the Alpha would want to hang out with the daughter of an omega whore, but Caspian didn't care about any of that. He didn't care that my mother was an omega, and he didn't care that I'd probably reveal as one too. The connection between us had always been there, but we'd fought it to conform to the rules of our society. We knew that our relationship wouldn't be accepted in the pack. Then, one day, we gave in, and it was amazing. As I stepped into the hallway. I let out a silent curse. Luna Storm stood at the end of the hall, her arms folded across her chest, her eyes shooting daggers my way. I avoided my gaze, intending to slip past her, but her voice cut through my escape. "Didn't I make myself clear? I forbade you from seeing my son. What part of that didn't you understand?" She hissed.Olivia Martins“The Luna requests the Alpha’s presence.” The maid announced.The Luna, my ass.Of course she did.I swallowed down the sudden heat rising in my throat, forced a sugary smile onto my face, and said sweetly, “I’ll let him know."Like hell I will.She curtsied and walked away.I shut the door. And locked it.The click felt too loud in the quiet room, but I didn’t care. I leaned my forehead against the wood and let out a breath.There was no way I was letting her have him tonight.When the water finally stopped, I sprang into action.I busied myself with the pillows, fluffed them twice, then dropped them. I checked the lamp. Turned it off, then on again. Pointless things. Anything to distract myself from imagining her body wrapped around his.He walked out in nothing but a towel, damp hair messy and dripping, a faint trail of water glistening down his chest.I turned, pretending I hadn’t been waiting for him like a lovesick idiot.He didn’t say anything. He just went into
Olivia MartinsBridget's scent clung to his skin like a second layer.I froze, immediately filled with disgust.No.No, no, no.I shoved at his chest.He didn’t budge at first. He was still lost in it, kissing my neck, gripping my waist like he needed me to breathe.“Caspian,” I said, sharper now, pushing harder. “Let me go.”His head lifted, dazed and flushed. “What?”I scrambled out from under him, my heart pounding. My body was still aching for him, still wet, still hot, but I couldn’t ignore it. I wouldn’t.“You were with her,” I spat.He blinked, confused and drunk, like the sentence didn’t register. Then he gave a slow, dismissive shrug and leaned back on his elbows.“She’s my mate,” he said simply, like that explained everything. Like that excused it.Rage clawed up my throat.“She’s not your fucking mate, I am.” I snapped.He groaned and dragged a hand through his hair, looking both exhausted and turned on. “Olivia…”“No,” I hissed, storming away from the bed. “Don’t ‘Olivia’
Olivia MartinsThe room was too quiet without him.I sat curled on the couch, knees to my chest, wrapped in one of the soft blankets I’d found at the foot of the bed. The lights were dimmed low, casting a golden glow across the walls, but it did nothing to warm the emptiness of the space. I had changed into my pajamas, an old cotton tank and shorts that suddenly felt too thin for how cold the room had gotten.I checked the time again. It was well past midnight.He hadn’t come back.I told myself I didn’t care. That I didn’t expect him to. But that didn’t stop my eyes from darting to the door every time I heard a footstep in the hallway. Every creak of the wood. Every distant voice. I waited. Hoped.Nothing.I didn’t know what I’d expected. For him to remember me in a rush? Pull me close? Did I push him too much?Was he...with her?I swallowed hard and stood, pacing to the edge of the room and back again. My fingers twisted into the hem of my shirt. I glanced toward the door one more t
Olivia MartinsThe sound of quiet footsteps stirred me from sleep.I blinked against the light pouring in through the tall windows, my body stiff from sleeping curled up on the couch. My blanket had slipped halfway off during the night, and the air was warm, but not warm enough. I pulled it tighter around me, pushing up on one elbow.There were maids in the bedroom. Two of them, moving softly, carefully. Their eyes flicked to me and then away again. Not unfriendly… but uncertain. Like they didn’t know what to make of me.I sat up fully. “What time is it?” My voice was hoarse.One of them, short and younger, looked at the other, who cleared her throat and said gently, “Almost noon, miss.”“Noon?” I scrambled upright, my heart lurching. “You’re serious?”She nodded. “You were asleep when we came in. We didn’t want to wake you.”I rubbed my eyes, muttering under my breath. I hadn’t meant to sleep that long—hadn’t even meant to sleep here. My body had clearly given up. Maybe it was the st
Olivia Martins He was standing there.Shirtless. Barefoot. Silent.“Caspian!” I gasped, arms shooting up to cover myself, the cold air prickling my skin.He didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. His gaze felt like a brand.He leaned against the doorframe like he owned the damn world, and maybe he did. The mist had clung to him, beading on the dark hair of his chest, highlighting the ridges of muscle across his stomach. He looked like he’d just walked in from the wild. Raw. Untamed. His eyes were unreadable, hooded, and trained directly on me. Not a word. Just… watching. “What the hell, Caspian? You shouldn’t be here!” My voice came out weaker than I intended.He didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.A smirk tugged at his mouth, a flicker of something dangerous. “It’s my pack, my house… my shower.“ He said casually, the words a low rumble that vibrated through the small space. "I can do whatever the fuck I want."God, he was infuriating. And...arousing. I hated him for it.I reached for a towel
Bridget ReyesI slammed the door shut behind me so hard the frame shuddered.“Stupid mutt,” I hissed under my breath, ripping the shawl from around my shoulders and hurling it across the room. “Filthy, lying, wretched bitch.”I stormed across the room and back again, my heels clicking against the marble floor, then stopped and threw them off too. One bounced off the wall with a satisfying thud. My chest rose and fell with every breath. I could still see her face, the way she stood there like she belonged in that room. Like she had a right to be near my mate. And Caspian, he remembered her.DAMNIT.My stomach twisted at the thought. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He was supposed to forget her. Forget the past. The witch had promised.A soft knock sounded at the door. “Ma’am?” one of the maids whispered. “Shall I bring your dinner now?”I turned slowly, rage already burning in my throat.“Does it look like I want dinner right now?” I snapped.The girl flinched. “I-I’m sorry, I—
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