OLIVIA MARTINS
"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 For a long, unbearable moment, the room was silent, except for the thunderous pounding of my heart. I stared blankly at the space he had occupied, trying to breathe around the ache clawing at my chest. Then Ryker was beside me. He didn’t speak at first, just crouched low beside the bed, close enough that I could feel his warmth, and held my hand. I didn’t turn to look at him. Still frozen in shock and despair. My vision blurred too quickly. “He hates me, Ryker,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice. “No,” Ryker said softly, gently. “He doesn’t hate you, Liv. He’s hurt. And angry. But he doesn’t hate you.” I let out a hollow laugh that sounded more like a sob. “You saw the way he looked at me. Like I was filth. Like I disgusted him.” Ryker exhaled slowly, steadying himself. “Olivia.” Tears spilled faster now, and I couldn’t stop them. My body trembled. “It’s his baby, Ryker. I swear to you, I’ve never… I’ve never been with anyone else.” He didn’t hesitat
Olivia Martins The first thing I noticed was the softness beneath me, the bed. Familiar. Faintly scented with pine and smoke and something that made my heart squeeze even before I opened my eyes. Caspian. But my body was heavy, like I’d sunk into the mattress itself. I blinked slowly, vision hazy, and shapes came into view, the white ceiling… The soft glow of evening light filtering in through a window... and people, blurry outlines, clustered near the foot of the bed. I turned my head, sluggishly, and saw them more clearly now. Caspian stood rigid at the corner of the room, arms crossed over his chest, jaw tight. His gaze flicked toward me and away again, unreadable. Ryker was beside him, worry etched deep into his brow. Bridget clung to Caspian’s arm like he might vanish if she let go. Two guards lingered at the door, tension coiled in their posture. And the pack doctor stood closest, with a small smile on his face. Something felt wrong. Off. I tried to sit up. Pain tugged t
Ryker Pierce I watched them drag her away. Olivia’s voice rang in my ears, shouting Caspian’s name, not in anger, but in disbelief, in heartbreak, like she couldn't believe he would do that to her. And Caspian just stood there. Frozen. Cold. I moved to follow her, instincts overriding logic, but Caspian stepped into the doorway, blocking me. “You’re not going after her,” he said, voice low, tight. My heart pounded in my ears. “Move.” “No.” I stared at him, really looked at him. His face was blank, but his fists were clenched at his sides, and his jaw ticked like he was seconds away from snapping. “You just had her dragged away like a criminal,” I snarled. “And now what? You won’t even let anyone check on her?” His eyes darkened, and then his words sliced through the tension like a blade. “You care an awful lot about her,” he said. “Maybe a little too much. Are you sleeping with her, Ryker?” The air left my lungs. I took a step back, blinking in disbelief. I couldn't belie
Olivia MartinsI woke up late, as I'd been doing the past couple of days, but this time, I wasn't sad. Sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, painting the room in a gentle golden glow. I was warm, tangled in the blankets of Caspian’s bed, his scent still clinging to the sheets. He was gone, but for once, I didn’t mind. I smiled as the memories from the night before wrapped around me like a second blanket.He'd come back to me.I took my time getting ready, still humming under my breath as I slipped into a simple dress and pulled my hair into a loose braid. For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t dreading the day; I wasn't even plotting a way to murder that bitch.I practically skipped to the dining room, ate without really tasting anything, and headed toward his office, heart light and hope simmering just beneath the surface.But as I reached the door, I paused.Bridget’s voice drifted through the wood, thick with annoyance and forced sweetness. “I waited all ni
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’