Olivia Martins I couldn’t move. Not when I saw him. Not when I smelled him. Not when every fiber of my being screamed Mate. Even after we shifted, I stood there like the wind had been knocked out of me. My heart thundered against my ribs. My knees were unsteady. I couldn’t look away from him—his hair a little longer, jaw sharper, but still the same eyes, the dark blue that I fell in love with. Caspian. He stepped forward, chest heaving, eyes glowing in the moonlight. My wolf whimpered. My own breath stuttered. Then I turned and bolted. The forest blurred as I ran, branches slicing past, the scent of moss and cold earth filling my lungs. I didn’t know why I ran or where I was going—just away. Away from the one person I wasn’t ready to face. But he was faster. I barely made it a hundred yards before I was yanked to a stop. His arm wrapped around my waist, and he spun me around, pressing me against a tree with just enough force to hold me still. I struggled, panic clawing up m
Caspian Storm She collapsed in front of me, her legs folding beneath her, and I caught her before she hit the ground. Her skin was warm, soft, real. My arms locked around her instinctively, cradling her against my chest. I don’t know how long I stood there with her in my arms, but eventually, my feet started moving. The forest floor was cold beneath my bare soles, pine needles sticking to our skin, but I couldn’t care less. My heart thundered, every beat syncing with the scent of her wrapped around me. A few warriors spotted us as I crossed the edge of the trees, their gazes snapping to us in silent shock. A couple exchanged confused looks: a naked Alpha, an unconscious woman, her scent unmistakably omega, unmistakably mine. Let them stare. Let them talk. I didn’t stop. I only tightened my hold on her and kept walking. The cabin wasn’t far. It had been assigned to me earlier that day, modest, private, and now hers as much as it was mine. I shouldered the door open and stepped
Olivia Martins The water was cooling, but I didn’t want to move. I was warm, not just from the heat of the bath, but from him. From Caspian’s arms, steady and familiar around me, the slow rhythm of his breathing against my back, the soft brush of his fingers as he washed the last of the pine needles from my skin. I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve protested more, said something stronger than this isn’t proper, but the words had crumbled the moment he reminded me what we used to do. Back then, he would’ve grinned, pulled me under with him, and kissed me senseless until I forgot everything but him. And now? Now I didn’t know what to feel. He was so gentle it hurt. So careful, like I was something precious. His
Olivia Martins “Where the fuck do you think you're going?” Caspian growled, his voice low and dangerous. I backed up a step, the warmth of his chest still lingering in the robe I wore. “I just... I need my clothes,” I said, voice quiet but firm. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “I’ll have someone bring you some.” My fingers tightened on the edge of the fabric. “So what—am I your prisoner now?” Caspian stepped forward again, closing the space between us. I could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin and could see the sharp lines of his jaw tighten as he stared down at me. “You're mine,” he said, low and certain. “And you always will be.” The air grew heavier. He wasn’t touching me, but I felt caged. Not by his arms—by the bond pulsing betw
Olivia Martins "Everyone, I want you to meet my mate, Olivia Martins." A stunned silence fell across the clearing after Caspian’s words echoed into the air. Then— Gasps. Cheers. Applause. Some clapped hesitantly, others with genuine excitement, while whispers fluttered like moths through the crowd. My heart hammered in my chest, my breath coming in shallow pulls as all eyes turned to me. But I didn’t look at them. I was too focused on the one face that didn’t cheer. Bridget. She stood a few paces behind the crowd, her face pale as bone, lips parted in disbelief. Her eyes were locked on me like she couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. Like she didn't believe it was me. Then she spoke, her voice sharp enough to slice through the noise. “No. No, it can’t be her.” The crowd quieted at once. Bridget sho
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,
I stood there, frozen in shock, as the Luna's words hung in the air. Her face twisted in rage. "You think you're so clever, don't you? She continued, her voice mocking. "I know your kind. Always seeking to use others to get what they want. But I won't let you do that to my son." She pointed a finger at me. "All you are is an easy body for him to use however he pleases. The second he meets his fated mate you'll be nothing to him." I felt a stinging sensation, as if her words had physically slapped me. She was right and we both knew it. I felt a lump form in my throat as I struggled to swallow. My eyes began to prick with tears, but I blinked them away. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry. Her eyes held mine, searching for any sign of weakness. But I stood my ground, refusing to let her see how much her words hit home. The silence between us stretched out, becoming almost unbearable, until finally she spoke again. "If you know what's best for you, you'll lea
But it never came. As he swung his hand to hit me, he lost his balance and stumbled forward, crashing to the ground. He lay there, knocked out cold. I sat there still trembling at what just happened. My heart racing, my breath heavy. The sound of his snoring brought me out of my reverie. I quickly stood up and entered my room making sure to lock the door. He'd probably be out cold until tomorrow, but it was better to be safe than sorry. After washing up, I lay on my bed, my senses on high alert, tensing at every sound, afraid that my father would wake up and finish what he started. I didn't even realise when I finally fell asleep. ^^^ I woke up before my alarm rang, and got out of bed. Pressing my ear against the door, I was relieved to hear my father's loud snores. I gently opened the door, to find him still knocked out. I quietly got ready for school, trying not to make a sound that might wake him. Just as I slipped on my shoes, a car horn blared loudly outside. "Shit,"
Olivia Martins "Everyone, I want you to meet my mate, Olivia Martins." A stunned silence fell across the clearing after Caspian’s words echoed into the air. Then— Gasps. Cheers. Applause. Some clapped hesitantly, others with genuine excitement, while whispers fluttered like moths through the crowd. My heart hammered in my chest, my breath coming in shallow pulls as all eyes turned to me. But I didn’t look at them. I was too focused on the one face that didn’t cheer. Bridget. She stood a few paces behind the crowd, her face pale as bone, lips parted in disbelief. Her eyes were locked on me like she couldn’t make sense of what she was seeing. Like she didn't believe it was me. Then she spoke, her voice sharp enough to slice through the noise. “No. No, it can’t be her.” The crowd quieted at once. Bridget sho
Olivia Martins “Where the fuck do you think you're going?” Caspian growled, his voice low and dangerous. I backed up a step, the warmth of his chest still lingering in the robe I wore. “I just... I need my clothes,” I said, voice quiet but firm. His eyes didn’t leave mine. “I’ll have someone bring you some.” My fingers tightened on the edge of the fabric. “So what—am I your prisoner now?” Caspian stepped forward again, closing the space between us. I could feel the heat radiating from his bare skin and could see the sharp lines of his jaw tighten as he stared down at me. “You're mine,” he said, low and certain. “And you always will be.” The air grew heavier. He wasn’t touching me, but I felt caged. Not by his arms—by the bond pulsing betw
Olivia Martins The water was cooling, but I didn’t want to move. I was warm, not just from the heat of the bath, but from him. From Caspian’s arms, steady and familiar around me, the slow rhythm of his breathing against my back, the soft brush of his fingers as he washed the last of the pine needles from my skin. I should’ve pulled away. I should’ve protested more, said something stronger than this isn’t proper, but the words had crumbled the moment he reminded me what we used to do. Back then, he would’ve grinned, pulled me under with him, and kissed me senseless until I forgot everything but him. And now? Now I didn’t know what to feel. He was so gentle it hurt. So careful, like I was something precious. His
Caspian Storm She collapsed in front of me, her legs folding beneath her, and I caught her before she hit the ground. Her skin was warm, soft, real. My arms locked around her instinctively, cradling her against my chest. I don’t know how long I stood there with her in my arms, but eventually, my feet started moving. The forest floor was cold beneath my bare soles, pine needles sticking to our skin, but I couldn’t care less. My heart thundered, every beat syncing with the scent of her wrapped around me. A few warriors spotted us as I crossed the edge of the trees, their gazes snapping to us in silent shock. A couple exchanged confused looks: a naked Alpha, an unconscious woman, her scent unmistakably omega, unmistakably mine. Let them stare. Let them talk. I didn’t stop. I only tightened my hold on her and kept walking. The cabin wasn’t far. It had been assigned to me earlier that day, modest, private, and now hers as much as it was mine. I shouldered the door open and stepped
Olivia Martins I couldn’t move. Not when I saw him. Not when I smelled him. Not when every fiber of my being screamed Mate. Even after we shifted, I stood there like the wind had been knocked out of me. My heart thundered against my ribs. My knees were unsteady. I couldn’t look away from him—his hair a little longer, jaw sharper, but still the same eyes, the dark blue that I fell in love with. Caspian. He stepped forward, chest heaving, eyes glowing in the moonlight. My wolf whimpered. My own breath stuttered. Then I turned and bolted. The forest blurred as I ran, branches slicing past, the scent of moss and cold earth filling my lungs. I didn’t know why I ran or where I was going—just away. Away from the one person I wasn’t ready to face. But he was faster. I barely made it a hundred yards before I was yanked to a stop. His arm wrapped around my waist, and he spun me around, pressing me against a tree with just enough force to hold me still. I struggled, panic clawing up m
First Day of the Congress Caspian Storm The Crescent Moon Pack’s territory stretched beneath a cloudy sky, crisp mountain air brushing against my skin as we crossed the border. I hadn’t been here before, but I’d read the reports—smaller numbers, tight defenses, an Alpha I don't quite trust, but I don't underestimate either. Darius stood waiting with a couple of warriors behind him. His smile was broad, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Calculating. I hated reading Alphas like that. Too polished. Too practiced. “Alpha Caspian,” he said, extending a hand. “Welcome to Crescent Moon.” I shook it, firm. “Thank you for hosting.” “And this must be your Luna,” he added, glancing at Bridget with polite interest. Bridget smiled brightly, batting her lashes at him. “She’s not—” I started, but Darius didn’t wait. “Please, allow one of our warriors to escort you both to your quarters.” “Separate quarters,” I said, louder this time, cutting in before the warrior could move. “Bridget is repr
First Day of the Congress Olivia Martins I was awake before dawn. Not because I had to be. Alpha Darius had already approved my request to go off duty for the duration of the Congress. But sleep had evaded me, and the silence of early morning pressed too tightly around my ribs. So I got up. The cabin was quiet, Victoria still asleep in the next room. I moved around on autopilot—brewed tea, washed my face, pulled my hair into a tight braid. My uniform was folded neatly, even though I wasn’t supposed to wear it today. Still, I put it on. I needed something familiar. Something grounding. Outside, the sun was just starting to warm the mountaintops. Golden light spilled across the Crescent Moon Pack’s valley, but it did nothing to ease the tension in my chest. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless. I
Six years later Olivia Martins The sun was high and hot as I wiped the sweat from my forehead, breath fogging in the cool mountain air. Training had been intense that morning, and I liked it that way—I liked the ache in my muscles and the sting in my lungs. It reminded me that I’d survived worse. That I was no longer that girl running through the woods with tears in her eyes and nothing but pain in her chest. Six years had passed since that night. Six years since I left Winterfall behind. The Crescent Moon Pack had been a lifeline when Victoria and I had nothing else. Despite me being an omega—and an outsider at that—Alpha Darius had taken one look at me and said, “If you’re willing to fight for us, we’ll fight for you.” And he’d kept his word. Over time, I’d grown from the quiet, broken girl hiding in the back of the barracks to a warrior who could hold her own in a fight. Respected. Valued. Finally. I was tightening the strap of my sparring gear when one of the other war
Olivia Martins I woke to the sound of a scream. Sharp, ragged, and full of something deeper than fear. It jolted me upright before I even knew where I was. My heart pounded as I turned, eyes adjusting to the dark. “Victoria?” My voice cracked. She was sitting up beside me, trembling, clutching the blanket to her chest like it was the only thing anchoring her. Her breathing came in harsh, uneven gasps, eyes wide and glassy. Tears streaked her face. “Hey,” I said softly, reaching out. “It’s okay. You’re safe. You’re okay; I’m here.” She didn’t speak, didn’t look at me, just kept staring ahead like she was still seeing whatever had torn through her sleep. I took her hand. It was ice cold. “Breathe with me, alright?” I murmured. “In and out.” I breathed slowly, guiding her through each inhale, each exhale, until her shaking eased. Her grip on my hand tightened. “I’m sorry,” she whispered after a while, voice hoarse. “I didn’t mean to wake you.” “Don’t be sorry,” I said, brushin