LOGINOLIVIAThe rain tapped against the window, lulling me awake with a gentle breeze pulling in through the cracked windows. I could hear it swish through the trees, making the branches dance and force the leaves to the ground.God, I love the sound of crunching leaves under my feet. I dragged my eyes over the naked walls, over to the dresser, when a knock on the door made me groan and bury my head in the pillow.“You awake in there, honey?”“Yeah, Mom, I’m awake,” I called back, my voice muffled but coherent enough to not warrant her walking in. Yet she did. But when I spotted the cup of steaming hot coffee in her hand, my annoyance slowly simmered, and I inhaled the aroma.“I can see that.” She grinned and took a seat on my bedside, handing me the cup. A comfort I was much used to caressed my skin and sent warmth throughout when Mom put a lock of my hair behind my ear as I pushed myself up on my arm. “You know I’m proud of you, right?”I could feel my brows furrowing, a crease deepenin
NATHANIELThat fucking harp had been at every Trial since before I was born. Playing the chosen participant into their doom when they walked out onto the open floor with guests planted in the oval rows to behold the spectacle of torture.Olivia walked out behind me, dragging her feet when she bent her neck to take in the socialite sitting above. Sitting in a throne-like seat, centered in the room, was my father, a smile of contempt resting on his lips. Poor girl had no idea what awaited, and I had no fucking idea how to stop it.I’d been beating my head against the wall for days, trying to make my family see clearly, but for every attempt I made to clear her name, something gnawed at me to stop. There was evidence that she was, in fact, a Grace, none that my family knew of other than minor defiance here and there. They didn’t know about her ability to fight back, to kneel upon order, or the strength I felt surging through her at the rebel camp. She might not have known about the stren
OLIVIAAlphas and leaders, those highest in societal rank, had gathered. Some with scowls; not every leader liked the Lockhearts. They knew the family was responsible for the deaths and misery of their people, but nobody declined an invitation from them unless they were suicidal.Dragging my eyes over the many heads around me, I finally spotted Colton, my previous Alpha from back home. His scowl was wider than anyone else’s; dismay was written across his face in bold letters.Unhooking my arm from Nathaniel, who had been pulled into conversation with an elderly couple, I made my way to Colton. The second he saw me, the wrinkle between his brows deepened.“Olivia,”We shook hands. How formidable of us.“How have you been?” I asked, desperate to ask about my mother and my friends, but there were ears everywhere around us, and I needed to play the social game before I got my answers.“It’s been better.” He spoke monotonously.I smiled, nodded, did everything I was supposed to.“The pack,
OLIVIAWe fucked. Again.I was pulling on my pants, replaying Nathaniel’s apology and wondering what the fuck he meant.“I’m sorry” About what?I hadn’t asked. In true Olivia fashion, I decided to speculate on my own before voicing my concern. Maybe he was sorry about sleeping with me again. Or maybe it had to do with the fact that he killed my friends. Dear god, I slept with the man responsible for the deaths of my friends. Even though he said he didn’t, shame slithered its way through me nonetheless, curdling my blood until I wished he’d kill me then and there.Nathaniel lifted my arms while I was busy wallowing in how pathetic I was, and the next thing I knew, I felt the soft cotton of his shirt slide down my arms.“I have to take care of a few things. I’ll come and get you tonight for the Emerald Ball,” he searched my eyes like there was more he wanted to say. When he was about to leave, I reached out, my hand hovering in the air. Nathaniel turned, his face contorted in something
OLIVIAWaking up in Nathaniel’s bedroom, our bedroom, was not on my bingo card for this year. Something told me the second I ran out into that clearing, bruising his men, I’d be leaving in a body bag.Yet here I was, mostly unscathed except for a throbbing headache from where my head slammed against something hard before I passed out, and a few different scrapes and bruises courtesy of his mercenaries.The sun was setting when I left the room to take a stroll in the garden. To my surprise, they’d left the door unlocked for the first time. Either they were starting to trust me— doubt it— or they no longer saw me as a threat.Heading down the paved road, crossing the cobblestone to wander further out among the flowers the gardener had taken precious care of, I thought about Isla’s key she used to unlock the door last night.She said that Nathaniel had given it to her. It didn’t feel like some mundane gesture. A key to not only your place, but your bedroom, was something you gave to a pe
NATHANIELSo I guess in the question of how fast everything could implode on itself in a myriad of fuckups, the answer was mere hours. The rustling of feet around me turned faint, nearly inaudible when I watched my firecracker unconscious on the ground. At my hands.Why couldn’t she just have stood down?Charity was kneeling on the ground. A quiet sob, leaning into hiccups when staring at the dead guy in front of her. What was his name again? It was something dumb.Everett was behind her, on his feet, staring at her head like it was already severed. He hadn’t gotten a kill tonight, which had never happened before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect, but judging by the agitation wrinkling his face into a raisin, I’d say it wasn’t good.“Why did you tell her not to do it?” I asked, crouching before her.I’d seen looks of hate before; it wasn’t new, nor did it affect me, but what I saw in Charity’s eyes was more. More than hate. More than loss. It was a void where even hate dared not enter.
OLIVIABy the time a fifth man came up to me, my cheeks were hurting, my stomach was fluttering, full of butterflies that never died. It seemed like the night would never end, and to be honest, I hoped that it wouldn’t.For the first time in my life, I wasn’t anxious or stressed. The talk was stimu
OLIVIABeing a Red Sparrow did come with many perks. You were treated as royalty. Black, sleek cars drove up the border of our pack. Gathering outside the shriveled-down church, men dressed in all black stepped out, threw nasty glances around the state of our village, to which their leaders were re
4 Years Later.OLIVIAWhen nightfall came, everyone gathered at the waterfall on the edge of the pack. It was said that this arcane lake hosted powers bestowed upon us by the moon goddess. Every ten years, under the blood moon, women in our pack would gather at the lake as an initiation, welcoming
OLIVIAIn the middle of rubble, under a bridge that barely stood, with cracks in the foundation, dust rising around the entrance, which added to the ambiance, a few of my friends had founded a club. That might’ve been a stretch— it was a shack with boarded-up windows and a craggy speaker blasting s







