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 betwOlivia Martins I held her tightly, my arm a vice around her throat, every nerve in my body pulsing with adrenaline. “I-I’ll talk,” she choked out, voice shaking. I eased the pressure slightly, just enough for her to breathe without slipping from my grip. “Then start.” The maid collapsed to the floor when I let go, catching herself on trembling hands. Her lips moved, no sound at first, like she was fighting her own fear. I stood above her, unrelenting. I didn’t have the patience to comfort her or coax the truth out gently. Not now. Not after everything. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone,” she whispered. “I swear, I was just following orders!” “Bridget,” I said flatly. She flinched. “She told you to come to me that day. To tell me where Karen went.” The maid nodded quickly, eyes flicking up to mine before darting away again. “I didn’t know what she was planning. She just said… you had to go alone. I didn't k
Olivia Martins"Liv, Liv, hey. It’s me."“Vic?” My voice was barely a whisper, the haze of sleep still clinging to me as I blinked into the soft early morning light.She nodded, a small, tentative smile curving her lips despite the clear worry in her eyes.She was really here.The realization hit me like a wave, and tears welled up before I could stop them. I flung myself into her arms, and she let out a surprised laugh, holding me tightly.“Missed me, huh?” she teased, her voice light and familiar. I laughed too, soft and breathless. The sound felt foreign but comforting. For a moment, I wasn't drowning. I couldn’t remember the last time my chest hadn’t felt this heavy.“What are you doing here?” I asked, pulling back just enough to see her face.The worry returned instantly, and she squeezed my arm gently. “Ryker told me what happened.”“He did?” My breath hitched.She nodded, her frown deepening. “I can’t believe Caspian would do that to you,” she said, her tone growing sharp with
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