Chapter 7

Olivia’s POV

“Get off me,” I pushed him off and I got up, wiping the dust off my leggings and top. “A true soldier never attacks from behind.”

“True, but sometimes, winning was all that mattered.”

“Thank you for today’s lecture.” I rolled my eyes at him and walked back to the pack house. Sweat was dripping down my forehead and neck, my body ached. I trained so hard today.

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Later that night.

“How do we define our relationship?” I asked, running the brush through my hair. Simeon grunted on the bed where he lay. He propped himself up with one elbow, and we locked eyes in the mirror.

“Olivia, you are my Luna. The mother of my son, Jeremy. My priceless–”

“Ughh, enough.” I cut him off. My heart raced a little when he started pouring those sweet words at me. But who was I kidding? I knew very well that I was only those things to Simeon outside these four walls of our bedroom.

I wanted reassurance. I wanted to be sure of what we were in here. Jeremy was only six now, and to the outside world, we were a perfect family. But we knew the true reason we were together.

Revenge.

To make him pay back the same pound of flesh, he had cost me. I wouldn’t lie or hide the pain, the truth was that it still hurt. I gritted my teeth and I rubbed the back of my neck as I tried to get rid of the unease in me.

It was something I felt whenever I thought of him. Damien. The man who thought he would go scot free after using me. No. When the time was right, there would be a deserving slap-back.

“Liv?”

I flinched when Simeon turned my hand as he called me. I shot my gaze to him, staring long enough to make sure I wasn’t looking at the one I was just thinking about.

When did Simeon start calling me that nickname?

Simeon withdrew his hand. “I’m sorry I startled you. I had been calling you but you didn't respond. You were blanked out for a second.”

I drew a deep breath through my parted lips, my eyes were pressed shut. “Erm– I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

Simeon stepped away from me and sat on the foot of the bed. His cautious eyes were on me, as though he was being careful with his actions.

“We do not need to put a tag on our relationship, do we?” He asked.

I blinked at him. I thought about Damien who had called me his Luna in private, but to the outside world, it was a lie. Now, ironically, Simeon accepted me as his Luna out there, but here, it was a facade.

I smiled coldly, a cold laugh followed right after. I threw my head back, held my tummy as I laughed through the pang in my chest. My eyes water.

“What do you find funny?” Simeon raised a brow as he stared at me in worry.

I paused abruptly, pursed my lips as I struggled to speak through the lump in my throat. “Myself. My life is a freaking joke. Always have been.” The truth came out with a wrenching pain, driving through my chest, to all my muscles, making my limbs weak.

Simeon’s Adam's apple popped up and down as he gulped. His eyes were locked in mine when tears ran down my cheeks.

This was what Simeon did mostly, he let me cry and vent as much as I wanted. He listened without judging. He had never for once dismissed my feelings as irrelevant.

Maybe that was the difference he had from Damien, who never cared about my feelings, never once thought I was a person who would want to make my own decisions.

“You're not a joke to me, though. You're a little more than just that.”

I laughed. A sincere laughter as warmth spread in my chest, though tears were still lining my cheeks.

That was one of his charms. He always knew how to make me laugh.

We locked eyes for a second and it felt like a pretty long moment. “I'm sorry for trying to make you name our relationship.”

Simeon shrugged, got up to his feet and reached for me. “You were not wrong to ask, Olivia. But, I really don't have an answer for you now. The bond we share is special and different.”

Staring into his gray eyes, I could tell that he was saying the truth. The rush I felt as he ran his hand through my hair, I had never felt it before with another.

He stepped up closer, I stared at his well toned abs till I couldn't resist the urge any longer and I relaxed my head on him.

He chuckled. “My baby.” He gave my head, soft pats and my back, soft rubs. I closed my eyes, drowning in his minty fragrance.

This felt like peace. It felt like home. All these years that was one confidence Simeon provided me with.

That I was always safe with him.

“Thank you.”

“It's my duty.”

A knock on the door interrupted my little moment of bliss. A time when I zone out, right next to my armor.

I pulled back. The soft tangerine fragrance, mixed with talcum coming from the door already announced who it was.

“It's Jeremy.” Simeon said, pulling back softly.

I smiled, and nodded at him. Even if I didn't recognize my pup, Simeon would, from a mile away.

The relationship he shared with Jeremy was one I never thought Damien could ever have.

As he detached from me, the cold returned. He rushed to the door, eagerness and love in his eyes.

“Dad!” Jeremy squealed as he jumped on Simeon, just as the door opened. Simeon picked him up in his arms.

“Hey champ, why aren't you asleep yet?” Simeon asked.

I pulled my robe over my night dress and I got up to meet them by the door. Jeremy's nanny was out there, looking back at us helplessly.

I raised a questioning brow at her. Jeremy had just been put to bed by Simeon tonight. Why was he awake now?

“Good riddins, Luna. Young Jeremy wouldn't listen. He insisted that he wanted to spend the night with you both, I'm sorry.” She hung her head.

I crossed my arms and turned to Jeremy who was already on the bed, laughing his heart out while Simeon was tickling him.

I shook my head and waved my hand for his Nanny to go. These two are inseparable tonight.

“You indulge him a lot, you know?” I asked Simeon as I closed the door.

“Of course, he is my little champ.”

A sweet smile crawled on my lips. Jeremy had a good father. What more was I being ungrateful for?

“Dad, I came… to tell you something.” Jeremy cracked out in between laughter.

Simeon stopped and pulled him up. “What is it?”

“Next week we will be going for an excursion. In one of the prestigious packs, can I go?”

I drew closer to him, about to ask more about it, but Simeon pinched his cheek and replied, “Of course, you can. We will go there together. You, mummy and I.”

Jeremy jumped on the bed. “Yippee!! Thanks Daddy.”

“Woah. Hold your horses.” I said. “He hasn't told us anything about the excursion and you want us to go too. What if it's just kids stuff?”

Simeon pinched the bridge of his nose. “You're right. Tell us more, Champ.”

Jeremy sat down. “So we would be going to a fair in Blood Moon Pack.”

My pulse quickened at the mention of that name. My hands curled into fists as I stated at Jeremy in horror.

“I've heard of Alpha Damien. They say he is a good leader. My school had hosted us to go to the fair in his pack and he could talk to us.”

I staggered back in shock, almost stumbling over the rug. Simeon, right on time as he grabbed my waist.

“We’ll have so much fun, Dad.”

Simeon's face was bloodshot as he locked gaze with me.