Olivia's pov:
The bonding itself was about to begin, although the entire ceremony traditionally starts with a member of each of the nine aristocraté families blessing the Werewolf community for the coming days till the next ceremony.It was an ancient rite that had endured till now. That was the boring part though, the interesting part was about to begin as murmurs and whispers amongst the crowd grew louder. “I bet a hundred dollars Amelia Blackwater would bond with Diego Porter", Ben grinned. " Wait”, I laughed," people bet over this? “ " It raises the stakes “, he said. His face became serious." I bet you would bond tonight “. I rolled my eyes as he held my face in his hands. " The stakes are against you, darling," he said, smiling again, “but please don't make me lose a thousand dollars," he pleaded. “A thousand !", I exclaimed as I glared at him, “i can't believe you just threw away a thousand bucks, you idiot". He leaned back, breathing deeply as he wriggled his fingers nervously. I patted his shoulders softly, “You will find a mate, do not worry." He smiled weakly, his eyes twinkling “You think? " " I know “,I said simply. An elderly male werewolf walked carefully onto the podium, everywhere becoming quiet instantly, breaths held back in anticipation. “All participants in this year's bonding ceremony should please come forward", he rasped, his long thin hair plastered across his face like a wannabe rockstar. I squeezed Ben's shoulder softly as we stood up, the ride lady beside me snorting for like the millionth time. I paid her no heed as we joined the small crowd making its way forward. Lucien was strangely already there, his face showing a hint of anger. I stood in front of him as I glared, “you rejected me because of your issues",I said , my hands quoting in the air," And here you are, looking for someone else so soon”. He breathed in deeply,his eyes bagged like he had not been sleeping. " My father threatened to kick me out if I don't find a bride soon”,he sighed," he was pissed off when he discovered we had separated”. His Father was the Alpha of the Moonblood family,who had bit and adopted Lucien, I barely knew anything about his father other than he was a congressman and hardly stayed home, but he was a strange one ,seeing as he had named a Lycan as his heir. “Well, i wish you luck then", I said as Ben began to drag me off. “No you don't", he chuckled. Ben was able to say something to me when the air suddenly filled with burning wolfsbane, I nearly gagged as the source, a huge golden bowl of the flowers was brought forward by two other elderly werewolves. “I hate that smell", I muttered as I scrunched up my nose,the hall seemingly growing darker. Ben did the same. “No kidding". The bowl was placed right in front of we participants as we stared at it in disgust and apprehension. The bonding was simple: we were to eat a single flower; just one or two would lead to painful poisoning, but one flower was the trick to bonding. As I picked up the delicate flower from the bowl, I breathed in deeply and, without hesitation, brought it to my lips, its unusual sweetness exploding in my tongue as I swallowed. Everyone around me did the same, swallowing the toxic flower as the others in the seats began to clap loudly, with a few whooping. This was it. Ben nodded at me, smiling at my grimaced face, “Good luck, darling." At first, nothing seemed to happen, then came that familiar tingling sensation coursing all over me from head to tip of my toes, like gentle waves licking at a rock. Everyone's faces began to blur as colors became darker and seemingly more vibrant. Time and reality no longer existed around me, the world tingling with a terrifying energy. For three bonding ceremonies, it had always been the same, my mind drifting like the wind with no impact, seeming like forever before the effects of the wolfsbane began to weaken, always the same. I woke from the hallucinations to discover I was mateless. I hardly even understand how the others find their mates, all I have seen from the stands is that while spiraling in their stupor, they somewhat find themselves amongst thousands of other participants, just like magnets, the stronger the mating, the stronger the energy pulsating from their union, a forever bond. After what like hours, it seemed like I was unlucky this year too, I could feel the effect of the wolfsbane begin to fade. Too bad, I thought, I just lost Ben a thousand dollars, not like it was my fault. Then it hit me as I floated thoughtlessly in my illusion; it was like a strong pull like I was drawn into a soul-consuming furnace. Oh God, I panted, my chest heaving. I wondered who it could be, Ben? The odds was unlikely. Perhaps some stranger I hadn't met before. As the effects of the wolfsbane finally faded off, I found myself staring at very deep emotionless eyes, salt and pepper hair matted with sweat. His gaze locked unto mine and I felt the world tilt. For a moment we simply stared, the air thick with tension as I suddenly realized his hands were on my waist, the only thing keeping me on my feet. The Demon Alpha?, I thought wildly in a mixture of terror and surprisingly relief Then he spoke, his voice smooth and low sending a cold shiver down my back. “You “.He growled At first I thought he was directing his anger towards me but then I swiveled my upon realizing someone was behind me. Oh shit I had bonded with two powerful mates and one of them was none other than my ex husband. Lucien. An Alpha and a Lycan . I was beginning to become a recipe for disaster.OLIVIA’S POVThe hospital room smelled of antiseptic and fresh cotton, the faint beep of the monitor steady as I sat up in the bed, my hands resting on the thin blanket, my body aching but alive. Five months had stretched since that night in the cavern, my belly now a gentle curve beneath the gown, the baby kicking soft against my ribs. Lucien stood by my side, his hand warm around mine, his dark eyes glistening with unshed tears, his thumb brushing my knuckles. Damien lingered near the door, his arms crossed, his jaw tight, the weight of the past days etched into his face. Alaric slouched in a chair, his boots propped on the frame, while Mara hovered near the window, her gaze soft but watchful.My chest tightened, my breath shallow as I looked between them, the words I’d held back for too long clawing their way up. I squeezed Lucien’s hand, my voice trembling but firm. “Damien, I need to say something.”He straightened, his hands dropping to his sides, his eyes meeting mine, steady
DAMIEN’S POVThe hospital’s waiting room buzzed with a low hum, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over the tiled floor where I stood, my boots scuffing the edge of a chair. Olivia lay beyond the glass doors, her breathing steady now, the doctors’ voices a faint murmur as they worked. Lucien sat beside her bed, his hand wrapped around hers, his shoulders hunched, tears glistening on his cheeks as he stared at her pale face. My chest tightened, a sharp pang twisting through me, jealousy flaring hot as I watched him—his fear, his love, raw and unguarded. Alaric sprawled in a chair nearby, his knife tucked away, his head tilted back, eyes shut, while Mara perched close, her gaze flicking between Olivia and the door.I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed, my jacket creaking as I shifted, the weight of it all pressing down. Lucien’s return had shifted everything—cracked open a truth I’d dodged for months. Olivia’s heart belonged to him, always had, and I’d known it deep dow
LUCIEN’S POVThe cavern reeked of blood and ash, the air thick with the metallic tang of death as I knelt beside Olivia, my hands slick with her blood, her body limp against the cold stone. The Lunar Eclipse’s red glow faded overhead, the torchlight flickering weak across the carnage—bodies strewn everywhere, cultists torn apart, the original Alphas reduced to lifeless husks, Selene’s shattered form a pile of dust in the center. Natalie lay steps away, her chest still, her blood pooling dark under her, Olivia’s claws having ripped through her in that final, wild surge. My breath hitched, my fingers pressing against Olivia’s neck, her pulse faint but there, her mouth stained red, her eyes shut as she’d collapsed after screaming for her mother.Damien dropped beside me, his pistol clattering to the ground, his hands shaking as he gripped her shoulders, his voice raw. “Olivia, come on, wake up.” I pushed her hair back, my own hands trembling, her skin clammy under my touch, but she did
NATALIE’S POVThe cavern pulsed with a low hum, the air thick with the scent of iron and damp stone as I sat chained to the jagged wall, my wrists raw from the iron biting into my skin. The Lunar Eclipse bathed the chamber in a sickly red glow, the light seeping through cracks in the ceiling, casting twisted shadows across the cultists’ hooded figures. Olivia slumped beside me, her pregnant belly straining against her shirt, her face pale and slick with sweat as the ritual began. The cult’s leader, Vladimir, a gaunt man with sunken eyes and a silver blade—stood over her, his voice rising in a guttural chant, the words foreign and sharp, slicing through the stillness.My heart pounded, my chains rattling as I strained forward, watching them carve symbols into the stone floor around her, their knives glinting in the crimson light. A bowl sat between us, its edges crusted with old blood, and they dragged a claw across Olivia’s arm, her gasp echoing as red welled and dripped into it. Pain
DAMIEN’S POVThe pickup’s engine growled as I pulled into the cabin’s drive, the headlights sweeping across the gravel, cutting through the dusk’s heavy gray. Alaric slouched in the passenger seat, his boots propped on the dash, a half-empty beer can dangling from his fingers. We’d spent the day scouting the hills, chasing rumors of rogue wolves stirring trouble, but my mind kept drifting to Olivia—her pacing, her tears, the way she’d dodged my questions since Lucien showed up. The truck jolted to a stop, and I frowned, my gut twisting as her car came into view, parked crooked, the driver’s door hanging open.I climbed out, my boots crunching the gravel, the air cool and sharp against my skin. Groceries littered the ground—apples bruised and scattered, a milk jug leaking white into the dirt, a loaf of bread torn open by some critter. My pulse kicked up, my hands clenching as I scanned the yard, the cabin’s windows dark, the porch silent.“Olivia?” I called, my voice rough, bouncing of
OLIVIA’S POVThe cabin’s wooden floor groaned under my restless steps, my socks sliding as I paced the living room, the late afternoon sun slicing through the blinds in thin, golden bars. Lucien’s visit three days ago clung to me—his eyes shattering at the sight of my four-month belly, his voice low with apology, the way he’d turned and left with Mara shadowing him. My chest throbbed, a steady ache I couldn’t shake, and I paused by the window, my fingers brushing the frayed curtain, my breath fogging the glass in short, uneven bursts. Damien’s boots scuffed the kitchen floor behind me, his shadow stretching long, and I spun, pasting on a smile as he leaned against the counter, his brow creasing with that quiet worry he’d worn lately.“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft, hands buried in his jean pockets, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “Been pacing like a caged wolf all day.”I nodded fast, my hand drifting to my stomach, the baby’s faint kick pressing against my palm. “Fine. Jus