Olivia’s POVThe words leave my lips before I can stop it. “You don’t deserve forgiveness!”He seems taken aback by my yelling but I can’t stop it. I don’t want to stop it, either. I want him to feel the worst pain, the pain I felt in our marriage, especially at the end.“I hate you! That poor girl was stuck with you as a mate and it was the worst decision she ever made! You are the reason she is dead! You are the reason she was always in pain! You ruined her fucking life!”His face drops, his tears speeding down his pale, colorless cheeks, and he trembles all over like I do. I am furious, while he simply seems aggravated, the sight of him taking this pain and not fighting back on it is almost refreshing.He moves closer to me, the desk the only keeping us apart while I back away from him. “I can see you’re hurt,” he says. “I know why, too. I don’t want you to be hurt anymore.”I shake my head, sobbing into my palms, just pleading this all ends soon. “You should be the one in pain, no
Olivia’s POV“My wife,” Gabriel coos, waltzing into our room around midnight. I can’t stand the sight of him after seeing Herold and the King Alpha turn on each other to fight; it wounded me more than I’d like to admit. “My dear, please. Come help your wounded husband.”I finally look up, noticing the small gash on his bare chest. “Oh no,” I groan, rolling my eyes at the petite cut. “What happens if you don’t make it? This wound could kill you.”He doesn’t seem bothered by my sarcasm, instead handing me a warm and wet rag. I dab it gently against the mark, knowing that he will probably heal from this wound in a matter of seconds. I entertain him though, somewhat admiring his beautiful physic.He notices and tries to flex, smiling churlishly like a kid at show-and-tell. I shake my head at his attempts to sway me, only freezing suddenly when his hands plant themselves on either sides of my hips. I enjoy his touch but I don’t tell him that, simply pressing a bandage over the mark on his
Olivia’s POVI meet with Eugene in the afternoon, busy trying to check on Reese’s health after his morning checkup with the royal pack’s favorite doctor. Eugene has found his new office fitting, sitting behind the large desk in his stunning white coat and gold framed glasses. He’s intellectually charming, and I can’t help but admire when his beautiful light eyes meet mine.“How are you, Olivia?” he says, leaning back lazily in his desk chair.I shudder at the mention of my real name.“We spoke earlier about the truth on your identity but I didn’t get to tell you everything, Olivia,” he says, smiling sheepishly. “You’re beautiful in this form, just as you were the last. I would recognize your soul anywhere.”“How can you say that?” I shake my head, knowing that for my entire past life, I was a substitute for Alicia. I was the Luna Herold had when his real lover abandoned him, and then I was the only thing in his way when she returned.“I can say that because it’s true, Olivia. You’re w
Olivia’s POVI carefully assess each wolf that stands before me. Gabriel is begging for me to join him, Herold doing the same, while Eugene hangs back behind me while trying to pull me to his car parked in the garage. I am almost too stunned to speak or move, eventually throwing my hands up in hopes that they all will leave me alone.“I’m walking home!”I turn on my heel, Reese’s file in my hands as I storm from the hospital and charge toward the palace. I feel them all watching me now, everyone in their cars hovering just behind me, as if they intend to protect me on the short distance back to the palace. I slip into a side street, exasperated.I undress as fast as possible, shifting to my wolf and grabbing the file and my clothes in my muzzle. I don’t care who sees me in this form, the Queen Luna’s wolf a beautiful blond color with dark lashes. I feel free for the first time in a long time, sprinting all the way back to the palace until I’m alone in our lavish dining room.The chef
Olivia’s POVI practically sprint all the way to the hospital, rushing upstairs to his floor where I round the corner, pressing to the glass of his room only to see it empty now. My stomach knots so tight that I feel ill at the empty bed in his room, the entire place sparkling clean and folded nicely as if waiting for another patient.I grab a passing nurse; her eyes widen at my exterior identity. “The guy in this room, where did he go? Where is Reese?”She peers over my shoulder, into the baren room. “He was moved to another floor. His status went critical and he needed a higher level of care then what we provide on this floor.”“What floor is he on—what happened to him?”“Hey,” Eugene calls out, catching up to me at last. I let the nurse scurry away while Eugene buttons down his white physician coat. “It’s okay, Olivia, he’s been moved to an operation room so we can monitor his blood levels.”I feel my hands shaking at my sides without any intent to stop. “He’s—he will be okay—right
Olivia’s POVIt’s a short walk back to the palace after spending the remained of the night at Reese’s side. They managed to give him the blood needed to make him stable, but Eugene told me not to count on him bouncing back so quickly. I need a shower though, a minute away from the endless photographers who still tried to sneak into the hospital for a juicy photo.Walking into the bedroom, I’m surprised to see Gabriel perched on the couch near the fireplace, his hands fiddling anxiously in his lap. He straightens up when I walk inside, shotting to his feet.“Hey, my Luna,” he hums. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” I say, coldly.In our last argument he was practically sticking up for Alicia being set loose after her countless attempts to kill Reese, after killing me, and it drives me furious to think he can sweet talk his way around trying to use cute names and a gentle voice like none of that argument ever happened. It did though, and it runs laps in my head.I move to the bathroom, flippin
Olivia’s POVNormally, I wouldn’t care so much about this silly gossip column, but it wounds me where I felt hurt in the same way in the past. I was a substitute mate, useless and frivolous, and even at times called a whore as though needing attention from my mate was unreasonable to Alicia. It makes me sick to recall those pains, and I feel them now reading through the news.I feel my hands shiver on the edge of my laptop, my wolf barking for me to get back to work, but I feel deflated by these rumors. If the Queen Luna were to be pregnant, which I am most definitely not, then it would technically be my second pregnancy. The hurt of losing the first one nags at me without relent.“My dear, what’s wrong?” Gabriel asks, standing in the doorway to the library now, his legs crossed at the ankles and his hands stuffed into his front pockets. He looks accentuating lean in this stance, almost hitting his head on the doorway. “You were growling.”“Oh, I didn’t know I was,” I breathe, shaking
Olivia’s POVMy wolf has thankfully stuck with me through the shift in identity, but I still feel hints of the Queen Luna’s wolf within me. She controls the mind link and even the dreams I have at night, the floating feeling of her memories washing through me at the depths of my slumber.I see her old flashbacks and recall her old emotions. It’s perplexing to be apart of, seeing her stalk through the hallway toward her mate’s office, her well-manicured hand pressing on the door to see Gabriel bent over some paperwork, muttering restlessly as he skims through it all.“Darling,” she breathes, something so sad in her tone. “Are you coming to bed tonight?”Gabriel looks stark in comparison. He holds no semblance of a grin, not even a hint of life twinkling in his eyes as her barley glances up, his eyes pacing down the exterior of his wife, his entire persona cold and unwelcoming.“Are we going to act like nothing happened?” he huffs.The Queen Luna clenches a hand over her racing heart. “