MasukNATHANIELI didn’t leave the room that night, nor did the subject of our earlier conversation arise. No clarity was offered from either side; we simply sat in silence, in fear of what the other would say.Fear, what a fucking joke.Since when was I afraid?That answer I had: since I met her. On her eighteenth birthday, fucking her raw in my room at the Inn. Watching the fire burn in her eyes when my identity was found out.Never in my life had I found a fire to match my own, a deep seated fucked up psyche that would overlook logic in the face of what was right. Now we had different opinions there, on what was right, brought up on different ideologies. Nevertheless, we were the same, equally unafraid, equally defiant, and equally fucked up in the head.Sun shone in through the parted curtains. I hadn’t slept a wink last night, shifting my head only to watch her eyes flutter behind their lids when she dreamt. Now she’s in the bathroom, the shower’s running, and I was replaying the same
NATHANIELThe guards stood stoically, awaiting my wife to accompany them. Fuck that. Each time Olivia tried to move, I choked the blood flow in her hand. No more gentle warnings; if she didn’t fucking stop moving soon, I’d throw her in the closet and lock the doors. Maybe I’d join her in there, ignoring the world around us while I forced my parents to listen to her moans. They’re fucking delicious; they were the sound I fell asleep to each night.Bickering and nagging from all directions— Olivia tugging my arm like it was a fucking chew toy— the walls were drawing in, and a pounding headache began in the back before it traveled down my neck.”Enough!” Trinkets on the shelves trembled in their spots when I raised my voice. Luckily, it did what it was supposed to; it got my family to shut up. ”What is this about? Tell us here because she’s not going anywhere with you.” Despite the fierce glare from the girl standing behind me, I could feel her erratic pulse under the grip on her wrist.
NATHANIEL She told me that her father had passed, but who was he in life? This was not the strength of an ordinary werewolf. A no-rank member of a pack. Nah, this was minimum Beta, possibly Alpha. Some rank. A high one. It had to be, because the other alternatives were not an option.After dodging a few hits, Olivia finally retaliated. I grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the wall, pressing her back using my hips as I grabbed her face and leaned over her.Instead of pressing about her deceased father, I decided to get another question answered. The young man lying dead in my hallway was too young for her for sure, but that didn’t stop my being jealous over how she fell apart next to his body.Would she cry over me like that? Doubt it. She’d probably be Alfred, tossing my body like it was rubble weighing her down.”How do you know the dead guy?” I asked, somewhat obnoxiously, but it was a lot kinder than everything else I was thinking.”Wouldn’t you like to know.” She spat and tried
NATHANIELShit, Olivia wasn’t seeing what I saw. Completely oblivious to the wary looks thrown at her. In my peripheral vision, I saw my father and mother eyeing each other. This was part of what made me fall into this obsessive desire for her in the first place: her ability to defy me, the way she refused to cower. Despite what I thought of her inability to follow orders, my parents would use this as another reason to further their idiotic theories that she was a Grace- the bloodline they wiped clean long ago.Digging my fingers into her jaw, I pulled her in.”Spread those pretty lips, or I will pry them open and shove this food down your throat.” A tightness in my chest disagreed with my words. Unfortunately, the fire in Olivia’s eyes only grew.Just fucking eat the food! Chair legs scraping against the floor pounded against my ear. I saw my father in the corner of my eye, pushing away from the table, about to rise.Fuck. I’m sorry.I nearly broke her jaw when tightening my grip an
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
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
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 i
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







