I cried out as she threw me to the ground, my hair tangled across my face. I trembled in fear as she stood over me, her eyes fully changed, flashing with rage.
"Don't you dare touch my Caspian, you whore." She screamed, claws extended, as she threw herself at me. I scrambled back in fear, hands raised in defense, but someone caught her before she unleashed her hatred on me. Mr. Clarke, the school's biology teacher, held her as she screamed and struggled against him to get to me. "Miss Reyes, you need to calm down now." He commanded. But she wasn't listening; she continued to struggle with him, screaming obscenities at me. "I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you." She shrieked. Mr. Thomas, the school's security guard, grasped my arm, helping me up. Wincing at the throbbing pain in my head, I touched my scalp, feeling puncture wounds from her fake nails digging into my skin. She continued to fight with Mr. Clarke, who struggled to hold her, and for a moment she broke free, launching at me. I stepped behind Mr. Thomas, clinging to him in fear, but Mr. Clarke caught her before she got to me, dragging her away as Mr. Thomas and I quietly followed. ^^^ Now, we sat in the principal's office, Bridget and I on opposite sides of a long meeting table, the principal at the head. The room was silent, the only sound that of the wall clock ticking. My fingers twisted anxiously in my laps. My eyes never left Bridget, afraid she might finish what she started. The distance between us was not far enough. I wanted to get as far away from her as physically possible, preferably into Caspian's arms. He would never have allowed this to happen. He probably wouldn't have imagined that Bridget would hurt me physically. She usually just stuck with words, cutting me deeply. But I guess I did goad her. No one wanted to hear that the person they wanted was sleeping with their enemy. The principal had summoned our parents as the situation was beyond the school's ability to handle. I knew my father wouldn't show up, and even if he did, it would only make things worse. The principal was our kind, so he really couldn't punish Bridget. As the daughter of the beta, her position is much higher than his. But he could punish me. I was just a lowly omega, the lowest position of the pack. I already knew I would bear the worst of it and Bridget would walk away scot-free as usual. It wasn't fair. Bridget's parents arrived, and just as expected, everyone blamed me. I wished Caspian was here, but I wasn't going to be selfish and call him just because I couldn't handle myself in a fight. "Oh, Bridget." Bridget's mother exclaimed, pulling her in for a hug, and Bridget immediately burst into tears. I averted my gaze at the display, jealousy eating at me. I didn't have that. She examined Bridget's injuries, which were nothing compared to mine, and glared at me. "What did you do to my daughter?" I didn't have to answer. "Mrs. Reyes." The principal started calmly. "Miss Reyes and Miss Martins got into a fight at school." "Cut the crap, Magnus." Mr. Reyes, Bridget's father, interjected. "That bitch hurt my daughter; I demand she be punished." The principal tried to reason with him. "Mr. Reyes, both parties were injured during the fight." Mr. Reyes laughed mockingly. "No one cares about a lowly omega." My face burned with embarrassment. He was right; no one cared. Not even my father, who didn't even bother to show up. Mr. Wesley opened his mouth to protest, but Mr. Reyes interrupted him. "Give her the worst punishment there is; make sure she pays for even daring to touch my daughter." He commanded. The principal nodded reluctantly. I really couldn't blame him; there was nothing he could do. He couldn't go against the Beta's command. The principal agreed, and the Reyes family left. He paced his office restlessly while I sat where I was. "What were you thinking? Fighting with Bridget." He turned to me. "She could've killed you." I remained silent. He sighed. "I didn't need to be there to know she probably started it. But there's not much I can do." I nodded, tears pricking at my eyes. "But Caspian can. You should talk to him." I shook my head. I won't involve him. "Olivia, think about it. There's nothing you can do on your own. Let him help." He tried to convince me. "Caspian doesn't need to know about it." He nodded once he saw I wouldn't budge. "You won't be punished." I jerked my head up in surprise. "But Mr. Reyes—" I started, but he stopped me. "Mr. Reyes will be informed that you were punished. Severely." He smiled. I nodded, grateful. "Thank you." I whispered as I stood to leave. "Being an omega doesn't make you less of a wolf, Olivia." His words stopped me. "Don't forget that."I nodded and hurried out of his office, tears streaming down my face. I wished I believed that. I didn't return to class; instead, I went home. I was already mentally exhausted from today, and I just wanted to curl up and cry into my pillow. But as I got home, I met two pack warriors at the front porch of my house, waiting for me. "The Luna wants to see you, miss." One of them said. "Me?" They nodded and escorted me to the pack house. As we walked, I nervously wiped my sweaty palms on my skirt. They hadn't given me time to change, so I was still wearing the tea-stained cloth from lunch, my hair tangled from the fight, and my eyes red and puffy from crying. I winced, mortified by how I looked. Once we got there, they took me in and led me to the living room. I felt dread as I took in the scene before me. Our Luna sat on the armchair, while Bridget and her mom occupied the sofa, wrapped around each other as Bridget cried. They had probably told our Luna all about what happened, twisting it to their advantage. I had no hope to win this battle. The Luna already hated me; touching her precious Bridget only made it worse. As soon as she saw me, she stood and approached me, her eyes flashing with anger. "How dare you." She spat, lifting her hand to strike me.Olivia Martins “Take her to the dungeon.” Ryker stepped forward, blocking their path before the guards could lay a hand on me again. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Caspian?” His voice cracked through the air like thunder, echoing off the walls of the grand foyer. Caspian remained unreadable. “I’ve been patient,” Ryker continued, his tone thick with disbelief. “I’ve waited. I hoped you’d come to your senses. But this?” He gestured between us, fury shaking in his clenched fists. “This is too far. First you try to kill her, and now you want to throw her in the dungeon? What the fuck happened to you?” Caspian’s jaw tightened. “It is not your place to question my orders, Beta,” he said, his voice cold and unyielding. Ryker didn’t back down. He squared his shoulders, chest rising with every breath, fighting the urge to shift, I could tell. “It is when I’m watching you throw your whole life away,” he said quietly. “When I see you standing there, blind to the truth and ready to de
Olivia Martins Then suddenly I was thrown to the ground, hard.The impact knocked the air from my lungs, and for a second, all I could do was gasp, choke, and claw at the air like it might give me something to hold on to. My ribs screamed from the fall, my throat burned where his hand had been, and the taste of blood coated the back of my tongue.I coughed and dragged myself up onto shaking elbows, blinking through the haze clouding my vision.Ryker moved toward me, his face stricken, but Caspian’s voice cracked like a whip through the air.“Don’t.”Ryker froze. His eyes darted to mine. And in them, I saw it. Helplessness. Fury.But he didn’t move.I pushed myself upright, kneeling in the dirt as Caspian turned away from me like I was nothing. Like I was no one. His steps were steady as he walked toward her.Bridget.She stood waiting for him like some beautiful porcelain thing, untouched by the chaos around us. Untouched by blood or guilt or grief. Her eyes flicked to me, and her li
Olivia Martins “Kill her.” The words struck harder than any blow ever could. Time stopped. Sound vanished. Air fled my lungs. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. I just stood there, staring at him like he was a stranger in someone else’s skin. But it was him. My Caspian. His voice. His face. His presence. Only now, that voice was a weapon. That face wore hatred. That presence felt like death. A tremor ran down my spine as the world sharpened into painful clarity. I could hear the quiet gasp of one of the guards. The way Ryker flinched, just slightly. But no one moved. No one obeyed. Not yet. My body refused to respond. My knees were locked in place, breath caught somewhere in my throat. All I could do was feel, and what I felt was heartbreak. How had it come to this? After everything… after all the hell we’d gone through. I stared at him. To the boy who used to be my best friend. The boy who used to protect me when no one else would. Who held my hand like it meant someth
Olivia Martins I couldn’t stop shaking. Karen’s blood soaked into the floorboards, sticky and metallic, thick in the air. I sobbed uncontrollably, the sounds raw and animalistic, my wrists burning where the binds had rubbed them raw. Her body had gone still. Limp. Cold. Dead. “No…” I whispered, as if I could take it back. As if that one word could rewind time. “No, no, no—” The scent was overwhelming, iron and death. My stomach turned and I doubled over, vomiting onto the floor, gagging on the stench, on the grief, on the horror. Bridget was whining about something to the witch, pacing like a child denied her toy. I could barely hear her over the pounding in my ears. “This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen,” she snapped. The witch waved a dismissive hand, unbothered. “All in good time.” “Why did you?” I screamed, lifting my head. My throat was raw, tears and bile on my chin. "You monster! How could you!" Bridget didn’t even look at me. The witch chuckled. I thrashed agai
Olivia Martins “No!” I screamed, fighting the ropes with everything I had. They cut into my wrists and burned my skin raw, but I didn’t stop. I twisted, thrashed, and kicked until my shoulders ached and my lungs felt like fire. The chair creaked beneath me, unmoving. The bonds didn’t loosen. If anything, they tightened. I couldn’t feel him. I couldn’t feel Caspian. That silken thread that had always hummed somewhere at the back of my mind, faint but real, was gone. Like it had been cut. Like it had never existed. My throat went dry. “What did you do?!” I roared, eyes burning as I glared at Bridget. “Undo it! You twisted, jealous, insane—” She barely spared me a glance. The witch stood nearby, still watching with that sick satisfaction, and Bridget, Bridget was basking in it. Hands on her hips, chin lifted like she’d finally won. “This won’t keep him,” I spat. “Even if you tricked the bond, forced it, his soul will know. He’ll still come for me.” Bridget turned then, slowly,
Olivia Martins Pain brought me back. A slow, throbbing ache bloomed in my skull like something had cracked open inside. My eyelids were heavy, but when I forced them apart, the world swam: darkness, flickering light, the tang of smoke, and... blood. I was upright. Tied. My arms were strapped to the sides of a chair with something rough and tight—rope, maybe, or leather—and my legs were bound at the ankles. Panic hit me fast and sharp, and I twisted, but the bindings didn’t budge. Then the burn in my hand made me freeze. I looked down. A thin line of blood ran from a fresh cut across my palm, dripping steadily into a silver goblet on the floor. My stomach flipped. The sight of my own blood didn’t scare me, but the reason behind it did. It hadn't been to hurt me, not really. It was almost like the goblet was there to hold my spilled blood, which was absurd. After all, what use could my blood possibly be? I looked up. Bridget stood in front of me, arms folded, a cruel satisfac
Olivia Martins Two weeks later The silence between Caspian and me had stretched so long, I started to wonder if we’d ever spoken at all. Caspian and I hadn’t said more than a few strained words in the two weeks since our fight. I didn’t know what was worse, the nights when he didn’t come home or the ones when he did, silent and stiff, taking the couch without a word. Sometimes I woke to find the door still open, like he hadn’t been able to bear being inside at all. At first, I trained with the warriors, pushing myself harder just to keep from thinking. But that didn’t last long. One by one, they stopped showing up. When I finally confronted one of them, he wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I’m sorry, Luna,” he’d said. “Alpha’s orders.” The title felt hollow on his tongue. I wasn’t Luna. Not officially. We hadn’t completed the bond. There had been no mating ceremony. Just… distance. So I trained alone. Ate alone. Slept alone. I tried to stay busy, but the walls of the pack house started
Olivia Martins The morning light felt wrong, too soft, too warm, for how empty my chest was. I hadn't slept. Not really. I stayed curled on the edge of the bed, eyes open, waiting for footsteps that never came. Caspian didn’t return. Not even once. When I finally pushed myself to my feet, I felt like I was moving underwater. Every step toward Victoria’s room was heavy, like my bones remembered the weight of last night. I knocked lightly. Victoria’s voice called, “Come in.” The moment I stepped inside, her expression shifted from tired to cautious. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, brushing out her hair. But she is alone. The bed is empty. Blankets tossed aside. Blake was gone. My stomach dropped. I'd wanted to apologize for what happened. “He left early,” she said before I could ask. “Didn’t want to cause more trouble.” I crossed the room and stood there, arms wrapped around myself. “Is he okay?” “He will be,” she said gently. “His ribs are sore, but nothing is broken
Caspian Storm The blood on my knuckles was already drying, crusting over my skin like rusted iron. It should've stung. It didn’t. Not as much as the way Olivia had looked at me, wide-eyed, not with love, but fear. She was already in our room when I came in. Not pacing, not crying, just sitting there on the edge of the bed, motionless, like she hadn’t moved since she left the courtyard. Her back was rigid, shoulders tight. She didn’t look at me. “Olivia…” My voice cracked from use or guilt. I couldn’t tell which. “I...” She flinched. A small, almost imperceptible thing. But it sliced through my entire being. I stopped mid-step. My hand hovered in the air, then dropped to my side. I wanted to go to her. I wanted to fall to my knees and tell her I didn’t know what happened out there. That something dark had slipped loose in me the second I saw another man touching her, her arms around him, even if it meant nothing. That the beast inside me, the part tied to her, maddened by the in