OLIVIA'S POV THE Words kept replaying at the back of my mind and with each moment I felt my soul slip away from within my grips, as much as I tried to replay his words I left in a feeling I had gotten so used to fear and anxiety every bit of it. Why wouldn't he just let us be? This thought kept coming to my mind over and over again, I paced the length of the room after getting the bag ready. Deep down in my mind I had a feeling it doesn't justify the fact he had said nothing about it beforehand, I could understand he did everything under short notice but still there was no Justification for what he did at the same time. I told myself it was my other side that was at the verge of panic that was speaking, I walked out of the room and looked around for a while. The room had been boring anyways ever since he walked out a couple of minutes ago, so my walk outside was mostly to clear my head if not anything more.

OLIVIA'S POV As we got out of the car, my gaze pinned him with insistence, as every question that had been with me melted away into one single heartbeat that came out of my heart with a loud thud. In a way I had managed to slip into the black dress, till then I had noticed how dressed up he was, I had been overwhelmed by my anger and anxiety that I had not noticed how properly he was well dressed. "Who are we expecting?" I asked. He chuckled at my comment, and all I could do was smile as I headed outside, lifting my skirts and watching my feet as I carefully made my way out of the car down the shore of the ocean. I was chastising my heart for beating so loudly, beating in such a way that I was certain he could hear every single one of it from where he was. "Really, I need to know what is all this about?" I turned to him asking. "Why don't you wait to find out." He muttered. Curiosity has always

NATHANIEL'S POVTwo days later…Everyone desires a sense of belonging, and in a way, I could understand everything from her perspective.It was a natural desire by everyone—A desire by every man to know he is wanted and desired at any given point.It was not the same for my wife and the mother of my child, Olivia —As she seemed to be missing that extra piece that fitted her rightfully into the pack.I could sense every bit of it from her reaction, the truth was I was filled with anxiety as well, I was filled with it, but it was the last thing I would have loved to display for her to see.There was this fear for her acceptance, her survival, and succession in the pack, and If I had thought the answers to those questions would come quickly I was definitely wrong.I had been standing in my personal living room in the castle, and no one had called yet to ask about the mysterious woman bearing my mark on her left neck and a baby who appeared not to be pure blood.Of course, they had looked

OLIVIA POV I had just one word for the sex we had and it was— Best sex ever. It was hard remembering the last time I had felt so much passion, felt so much desired and wanted by a person and he had made me feel every bit of it, both wanted and desired. He laid beside my as sunlight creeped into the room, naked and heaving slowly like a fucking king. He was one anyways, the king over all these people… I rolled out of the bed and stood in front of the mirror, straightening out my hair that had become ruffled through the night. "Good morning love." I heard from over my shoulders and turned to look at him. Before I could reply he moved to the closet in milliseconds speed and back. It was so fast I wouldn't have noticed that he had done that. "What?" He asked, shrugging as he stood after getting the laces to his shoe done. "Going somewhere?" I queried. He got closer and k

OLIVIA'S POVDeath and the experience of losing a loved one was something I couldn't get over with, neither can anyone because it was a part of life .Like memories it filled my mind, I had tried to think less about every single person that died thus far, from Mike till the fetus in Jane's womb.I left with a fact that this death no matter how prematurely it looked or no matter the circumstances surrounding it each and every one of it had been definite.Despite all that, I had to say that the way it stole life away from our mere grip was quite remarkable.All this feeling left me with one deep down in my mind, nibbling away in its corner was a fact that nothing was really dead when you looked at it right.Time could be death's greatest ally right from human to dust, fire to ashes — I could feel weak thinking about it, exposing my mind to the existence of death but I had seen enough for me to believe, now I had to stop it.Jane on her path had met with her own grief, the lost of h