After talking to Sia, Olivia felt herself relax. With a confident smile, she stalked towards the pack house, her only thoughts of staying away from the dominating Alpha’s path. She had enough of his bipolar attitude and she had suffered enough heartbreak. She had wanted to give their relationship a chance, but he wanted none of it. Fine. He will get exactly what he wants. From now, she wants nothing to do with him till the day he accepts her as she is, faults included. She won’t ever again let him treat her like a doormat that he can use and throw away when he doesn’t want her. Now it was time to show him who exactly was he dealing with. No more pining after him!Olivia went to her room, which was actually the Alpha’s room and now supposed to be theirs, even though he never used it anymore. She knew that the first step to stay away from his control was to take control herself. She won’t stay in a room which was essentially his and he could come back here as if everything was dandy bet

Fanned by her minions, Sandy confidently strode towards Olivia. She stopped and tossed her black hair over her shoulder while cocking her hips in a challenging pose. Her red crop top accentuated her cleavage with her pose as her black miniskirt twirled around before settling by her thighs. Really? A crop top and mini skirt? Was this a club or what? And what was up with this red and black? Wasn’t she wearing almost the same thing when she was all over Tyson? Olivia felt her amusement fade at the thought as she remembered Sandy with her boobs plastered right onto Tyson’s face.“Girls! Look what we have here!” Sandy called out in a shrill voice, making Olivia snap her head up. Sandy’s lips, which were painted a flirty red, were crooked up in a victorious smirk. Olivia didn’t want to sound bitter, but she thought the girl looked painfully out of place in the pack where she had only seen bare, naturally beautiful faces all around her since her arrival. Maybe she would have looked better wi

Olivia laid frozen, not daring to move, as if lying still will make her invisible. But how can she be blamed when her Adonis of a mate was standing there naked, staring at her like a hungry wolf ready to devour her, pun intended. Olivia gulped, trying to muster the courage to glare at Tyson. She wanted to feel indignant that he was trying to fuck her just like that without waiting for her permission. But who was she kidding? She was too overwhelmed by the damn lust that ignited the moment her eyes met that of her mate. With him standing there naked in front of her, showing off the absolute perfection that was his sculpted body, there was no hope for her. What red-blooded female could resist him, let alone her, who had the additional burden of the damn mate bond? Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t stop from being aroused as her traitorous body became hot under his lustful gaze, and she didn’t want to. If she was being honest with herself, she was tired of trying to stay away from him