LOGINOLIVIA
A loud gasp echoed over my shoulder. Widened eyes stared at me when I turned, and the older gentleman was looking around as though to catch someone he could snitch to as he clutched his damn pearls. What a child.
Nathaniel shot his hand out, resting it on the man’s chest.
”Just a joke,” he turned to me. ”Isn’t that right, Olivia?”
If I were killed here tonight for offending the man-child Alpha, my mother would stand no chance. She would be next, pay the price for my thoughtless actions.
”Of course,” I said, quite believably, if I may say so.
The older man hurried away with his date, but not before drilling a hole into my head with his piercing gaze.
Looking around the room, I caught Charity’s glance, wary as she tried to make conversation with the man in front of her. Fuck…
”Natha-”
”You hate me,” Nathaniel turned, leaning over me as the tabletop pressed into my back. ”Why?”
Huh?
Did he seriously ask that?
It was clear that the Lockhearts had no remorse or any shred of humanity, but at the very least, I thought they would have a few more brain cells.
”Tell me about yourself,” I said when I felt the heated glances from those around us. There were eyes and ears everywhere. One slip-up would cost me my life.
”I’m a monster,” stating the obvious, I see.
Just as he parted his lips to say another word, someone else came up to our table.
”I believe it’s my turn with the lady. I’ve heard far too many lovely things about Olivia Sav not to make an appearance.” Somewhat shorter than the others, this one had a smile that softened the waves crashing inside of me.
With hair the color of sand, it fell in front of his eyes— curly and thick.
”It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said through a smile.
Looking past him as we shook hands, Charity raised her glass in a salute, sending me a wink as she stood by her empty table. She sent me her suitor.
Nathaniel didn’t make a motion to leave us, but as luck would have it, a pair of crystal blue eyes looked up at him, a hand on his shoulder, eyelashes batting behind the mask.
”May I have a moment, Alpha Lockheart?” a warm, sweet voice. Even I almost melted.
Turning with a proud grin, Nathaniel averted his attention from me to her. Had I not had any self-restraint; I would’ve kissed her.
The man in front of me introduced himself as Olaf, a prestigious doctor. I recognized his name, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
”It’s killing me, not seeing you without the mask. Judging by your eyes, you’re breathtaking.” Oh, stop it, you. All these compliments were inflating my ego, kickstarting my heart in a way that had never happened before this ball.
Champagne flowed, glasses raised, and loud laughs filled the many conversations.
”Ladies and gentlemen, and of course our Red Sparrows, may I have your attention, please!” Lady Lockheart stood tall, straight as a tree, as though she had a stick tied along her spine, clutching her fingers softly around the crystal glass in her hands.
Behind her, an elder stood with a gavel-looking thing in his hand. After the passing silence, three loud gongs rang out over their heads.
”It is now time to make a choice that might lead to forever happiness,” she said.
One after the other, the males were asked to approach the one they wished to wed. One after the other, the girls squealed in joy. The sixth girl got no offers; my heart broke for her at first. But then a bloke in the back stepped forth, hand slightly shaking, sweat forming on his temples when he trapsed up to her.
The girl was shaking like a leaf, but when asked the question, she fell into his arms. Soft. Loving. They smiled.
That’s what it should be like.
”Now, this one is special to me, as I’m sure you can all understand,” I gulped, dreading the next words about to be spoken. ”Nathaniel Lockheart, son, who will be the woman leading alongside you? Who will be the Luna of the country's largest pack and cherished addition to our family?”
OLIVIAA long silence followed. Honestly, I saw this going differently; maybe he’d share something personal, and then I would go. Instead, the bed creaked under him as he rose. Why was it that he had to look like a freaking tank?It seemed like the Lockhearts were all muscle, not unusual for werewolves, but this was different. Arms that looked like they could snap your neck and standing at two meters tall, Nathaniel had earned his reputation not just by action but because when he towered over you, you knew your days were numbered.”You were hidden,” I said after his third step. The way he was walking, prowling, watching, while I sat still beneath his gaze, was freezing my spine.At least my statement stopped him from approaching me. The air in here was suffocating, like we were both waiting for the other to lunge.”Shielded,” he corrected. ”Holding power comes with many threats. Not everyone took to me kindly as the heir of the Lockheart pack.” Alpha Nathaniel, everyone hates your gut
OLIVIAFlames licking my skin, peeling it off inch by inch until ultimately the pain forces my body to give in sounded better than being in this god-forsaken town. Except it wasn’t; apparently, these were God's favorite people. Never in my twenty-one years had I seen someone enjoying an ice cream cone under the sun without lingering fear that at any moment someone could show up to paint the streets with their blood.They were sheltered, protected, living with the tyrants that everyone else feared.Would I have been this relaxed had this been my reality?I hope not. Part of me hoped that I would still see the evil in the calm, the chains of reality that you thought were safe, but once you rip them off, you’d be just as dead as everyone else.Enter the man who’s responsible for all of it. Standing on the street leading up to the manor, Nathaniel approached behind me. A scent that had captivated me the first time I met him, one that I couldn’t scrub the fuck off of me no matter how hard
NATHANIELSeeing Everett that close to Olivia had me questioning whether I truly had control over my wolf.Why the fuck was he insisting on pushing my limits? I really couldn’t be held responsible for the outcome if I were to kill him because he crossed a line. Not anymore.Then she told me that she’d been screaming some other fucker’s name. I coiled my fingers when I met up with one of my best friends on the left-wing staircase and handed him Olivia’s file.”Find everyone she’s been in contact with over the last three years.” I said. In response, he raised a brow like I was manic.”What do I do with them?””Ask them if they’ve fucked her. If the answer is yes, you kill them.” I stated. It wasn’t that fucking hard.”If they don’t answer me? People aren’t exactly prone to speaking to us.”Peering into his eyes, they subtly shifted into an understanding.”Make them answer.”After three days away from Olivia, I didn’t care to be away from her for another second, but duty called like a fu
OLIVIAAfter watching that horrendous display of pure violence labeled as entertainment for the demon spawn that lived in this pack, Nathaniel disappeared. It had been three days since I last saw him; all the while, I was forbidden to leave the manor. Whenever I tried to exit this god-forsaken place, the guards would either follow me to the gate before telling me to turn around or they would simply stop me at the door.Two days ago, I tried to sneak out, but I only got to the front of the gate before someone smacked me over the head, and I woke up in our room.Lady Lockheart and her husband were away as well; that was a win, I guess. When roaming the halls of the manor was the only form of excursion I was allowed, I took it to the next level; peaking my head in every room, wandering the corridors to map out every exit— not that there were many— until I had seen every inch of the right wing.One room caught my curiosity the most; it was the only locked door I could find. Here I was, on
NATHANIELTo say that the devil and I shared a few common traits would be an understatement; when you’ve been brought up to learn to love the bloodshed, the cries, the screams of agony for something you’ve inflicted, it kind of messes with your head a bit.Today, I couldn’t imagine a life without it. With every drop of blood I shed, the need for more only grew. That was until three years ago, at the eve of a sad little party on the outskirts of a pack where the grounds had burned, but the people prevailed—living in poverty yet managing to find a sliver of joy in the haze of the butcher shop that someone had turned into a makeshift club.Music and lights that flickered in attempts to drown out the obscenity happening outside the doors, yet it was the alcohol that ultimately transferred them to a temporary illusion that all was well. The plan was easy; we were to go through the packs and towns to look for any rebel camps or people speaking of rebellion. I was at the club that night to s
The next morning, Nathaniel had left before I woke up. It was a pleasant surprise to awaken in solitude, though a thick, growing lump of anxiety joined me instead.Last night, he told me about the bloodline forged for the purpose of ridding the world of the Lockhearts. He never told me the family's name, not that he had to; I’d heard it many times before.After my shower, I got dressed and headed out, bypassing everyone who followed me with their gazes. Down in the town square, there were boutiques and smaller shops, and streets stretched for multiple blocks with everything a person could need. There was life here. A busy buzzing I hadn’t heard in years. Dressed as though the world wasn’t burning around them— humans torched in their cities at the reaping of werewolves— they strutted about their day in blissful ignorance.Forgetting to look where I was walking, I accidentally bumped into someone on the sidewalk. She turned her head, calm at first until she saw me, after which her eyes
OLIVIAThe barn erupted in cheers. People rose to their feet when Nathaniel leaned in to kiss me. He took his time, one inch at a time, slowly, calculating my fear that rose to the surface the closer he got. ”Smile, sweetheart.” Our lips pressed together, but it didn’t stop there; he didn’t pull aw
OLIVIACars drove as though they were being chased. Men in black uniforms with red threads across the linings barged into my house. Trunks opened, bags tossed in, doors shut as though nothing had value. With fixed gazes, they made it a point not to look at the worn-down houses around mine.Most lik
OLIVIAThe girls straightened up, some more than others. My girls looked at each other, a deep-seated disgust piercing each glare.One step was all it took for my heart to stop.Don’t come here, go to the siren…please. A pair of blue eyes that would’ve pulled any man under the surface of the water
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







