My, my, my.

When Olivia woke up, the first thought that crossed her mind was that she had to be dead. How else would she end up in such a bright space and sleep on something that felt like a cloud under her body?

The last time she had slept so peacefully was back in England while she lived with her aunt. The memories hurt her; it was nothing but a constant reminder of how fake her happiness was. 

Luna Mira was the only mother Olivia had known, and she loved the woman, but the connection she had with Anne was something out of this world. The woman Olivia had called her aunt for years became another mother figure. 

Olivia didn't notice how she teared up until the tears started sliding down her cheeks. An annoying beeping sound next to her became louder, which alerted someone in the room.

"Thank God you're awake. You gave us some serious scare," a smiling woman hovered over her. 

Noticing the gentle look in her eyes, Olivia couldn't hold back the need to hear Anne's voice. She needed the reassurement that everything would be alright. And it would be if only she got to hear Anne's voice for once more. 

"Can I make a call? To England, my aunt must be worried. I know this is a lot to ask, but all I need is to tell her I'm okay," Olivia fought against the lump forming in her throat and the dry feeling that made speaking painful. 

The woman smiled and handed her a glass of water with a straw in it. "Drink your water first. I can give you my phone, I'm sure I can survive the costs of one call, but you must promise you won't tell anyone I let you call someone, okay?" She nodded to herself as if she had to assure herself that the thing she was about to do had to be the right choice. 

Against her better judgement, Olivia decided to question the woman, which she only now noticed was wearing nurses scrubs. "Why are you helping me?" 

A warm hand cupped Olivia's cheek as the nurse gazed at her. "Because I have a good feeling about you. The word spreads fast; I know you didn't resist the guards and didn't talk back to the Alpha. The guards told everyone you didn't complain even once about what you had to endure in those cells. It's not a criminal's behaviour; therefore, I think I can trust you." 

Olivia had to fight back another wave of tears. She was sure this pack would rather die than treat her like a human being, so seeing someone so willing to help was overwhelming. 

She didn't say anything as the nurse handed her the phone. With her hands trembling, Olivia dialled the number and glanced around nervously. She hoped no one but the nurse would hear the conversation, which she was sure would be more than she could take. 

When Anne's voice rang through the phone, Oliva forced her hand over her mouth. She was on the verge of a breakdown. 

"Aunt Anne?" Olivia managed to force the words out of her. This wasn't by any means the first phone call they had, but it had to be the most emotional one. 

"Olivia, can you hear me?" Anne whispered, and Olivia instantly nodded as if her aunt could see her. 

"Y-Yes," she stuttered. 

Anne sucked in a sharp breath. "He's here. Olivia, he won't stop looking, don't come home. Let me know where you are; I'll send money and help, but please, at least for a couple of months, stay where you are. Noah is crazy; he lost his mind. He's trashing up my living room now and fighting with that poor best friend he has." Her voice grew more frantic with each word she whispered. 

"Aunt-" Olivia started, but Anne was far too quick to interrupt her. 

"Olivia, listen to me, don't interrupt me. If this is what he can do to someone who has stood by his side for years, think of what he might do to you!" She knew Anne said those things to protect Olivia, but she had never liked it if someone spoke ill of Noah and the itch to defend him wouldn't leave. 

"He's not a bad person, just confused and probably scared," Olivia muttered, unable to fight the instinct. 

Noah might have wronged her. He lied to Olivia and hurt her more than anyone could imagine, but deep down, she still believed that Noah could be the same person he was when she called him her brother. 

"I'm not telling you that Noah is a bad person, don't misunderstand me. Yes, I know, he's confused, scared, and angry, you're right about that, but I need you to hide. Please, you know that Noah likes Enzo, and if this is what he can do to someone he holds dear to his heart, imagine what he might do to you. He has hated you for years. You're like a daughter to me; I can't let anyone hurt you." Anne had to be crying; there was no way she didn't with her voice breaking like that. 

As much as she wanted to, Olivia didn't know what to say. If Noah and Enzo were in England, they couldn't find her in this pack, but the thought of Noah hurting Enzo was too much to take in. 

Memories about the joyful days she had spent next to those two rushed through her mind. Noah and Enzo were inseparable; why would they ever fight? No one had better chemistry than those two. 

While Olivia gazed in the distance, she didn't hear the silent commotion on the other side of the line until Anne sucked in a sharp breath and exclaimed, "Olivia, run!" 

Olivia's jaw dropped as she listened to weird sounds until the line died on her. She tried to redial the number, but this time, it was unreachable. "What?" Olivia muttered, staring at the phone as if it could answer her questions.

A gentle hand appeared on her shoulder and squeezed it. Olivia looked up to meet the nurses' eyes and gulped. "I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to try to call again; the Alpha is on his way here." 

Nodding, Olivia returned the phone and sank back into the bed. There was no saying what would happen to her next, so she decided to savour the feeling for a little longer. 

Yet, the time to give into the temptation wasn't enough since a moment later, the room door burst open, and Olivia's eyes met with the most breathtaking blue orbs she had seen. 

This man wasn't the Alpha she had faced the day she was brought to the packhouse. He was younger than the Alpha, probably in his early thirties. No matter who he was, Olivia knew a handsome man when she faced one. He was tall and muscular, and the messy blonde locks that fell over his face made him look much better than he probably did in a suit. 

She didn't react as the man walked toward her and stopped at the foot of the bed. His hands were hidden in the pockets of his jeans, making the stranger look like he had no worry in the world. Then, he smiled, and Olivia could swear her heart stopped for a beat. 

His presence became so much better once the man spoke up; his voice sounded like something from movies, deep and sensual, so much so that Olivia nearly missed what he said. "My, my, my, Olivia Black, it's a pleasure to meet you. Who would have known we'd meet like this."