Aaron’s POVVera’s grandmother, Abuela, demanded to go back to my castle and return to her work as the gardener. Vera doesn’t want to see her grandmother working because she’s old. However, it was obvious why Abuela demanded to return to work despite her age.[“Please, Lycan Aaron. Let me work as your gardener again. And give me my granddaughter’s murderer. Let her assist me with my work.”]I allowed Abuela to take 0315 under her. She has the right to punish my prisoner because the criminal took her granddaughter's life.‘You punished her enough, Aaron. Just how much do you want to torment your mate?’ Zack was whimpering again, demanding me to go and check whether my prisoner was having a difficult time.I stayed silent and did not rebuke Zack, which I always did before. Then, I exited the castle and secretly investigated the garden from afar.As I gazed from afar, I saw 0315, who was huffing and puffing while wiping the beads of sweat off her forehead. She was toiling away under the

Olive’s POV When I learned that Vera’s grandmother would take me under her wings, I knew I’d face a difficult time. Our first meeting in the cemetery was enough to prove to me that I’d suffer emotionally and physically under her command. Nevertheless, I could not bring myself to blame the old woman. ‘After all, my boyfriend, Vincent, took her one and only family.’ I heaved a sigh while pulling the weeds with my aching fingers that might bleed sooner or later. I worked under the sun for a long time without anything to protect my skin. I had been working under the scorching sun for hours without any protection for my skin. I was thirsty and hungry, but there was no time to stop and replenish myself. Maybe that's why the past few days had felt so peaceful. But I was grateful that I had managed to stock up on enough food to sustain myself for the heavy job today. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and glanced over my shoulder, half-expecting to find Abuela, the elderly woman, watching

Griffin’s POV I have chosen the path of infiltrating the Lycan's castle as Olive's friend while concealing my true identity as her childhood companion, Greypi. But my yearning for her burns like a thousand suns. Whenever I witness Olive's torment at the hands of wicked people in this place, I am consumed with an insatiable desire to take matters into my own hands. And yet, I remain steadfast in my resolve to suppress these urges. That is until Olive revealed her plans to go out today with Lycan Aaron. At that moment, the walls I had meticulously constructed to contain my all-consuming desires came tumbling down. “Can you not go?” “What?” “Don’t go.” “What do you mean?” The mere thought of her being in the company of another man was unbearable to me. That’s why… “Just stay here.” I really meant it, Olive. “Dr. Griffin,” she said, “This is the Alpha Lycan’s order. I have to go whether I like it or not." That damn rule that everyone should follow the Lycan’s order. I may not

Olive’s POV Inside the narrow dressing room, I stood before the mirror and looked at myself. The dim lighting cast a soft sheen over the small space, haloing my figure as I stood there in nothing but my undergarments. My fingers twitched and shook, unable to find a steady on the white dress that hung on the hanger. Clenching my jaw, I grabbed the pristine fabric and placed it near my body. ‘It was the same dress that Vera had worn on the day she died.’ Just the thought of it gave a raw spindle in my stomach. “He only wanted me to relive the guilt by wearing this dress. Let’s get over it for once and show him,” I told myself, clenching my jaw. I slipped into the dress; its silky fabric caressed my skin with a gentle glide. Once I had fastened the zipper, I took a moment to gaze at my reflection. “It was really pretty,” I murmured. However, despite its luxurious texture and beautiful lines, I found no solace in its embrace. After a brief moment, I emerged from the dressing room

Olive’s POV I didn’t know why a proud and prideful Lycan Aaron asked me to play a guessing game like this. But subconsciously, I was having fun. Despite my lack of artistic talent, Aaron seemed to guess each of my poorly drawn creations effortlessly. It was almost as if he truly was the genius he claimed to be. Struggling to come up with my next drawing, my eyes wandered up towards the sky. There, soaring high above us was a sleek and powerful jet plane. Without hesitation, I began to sketch the impressive aircraft, my fingers deftly moving across the screen of Aaron's phone as I brought the image to life. Finally, with a sense of satisfaction, I presented my latest creation to Aaron. "Lycan Aaron, can you guess what this is?" Aaron studied the drawing intently. Then suddenly, a frown formed between his brows, and he said, “Are you crazy? Why are you drawing a man’s d*ck?” A man’s what? D*ck? I looked at my drawing again. I felt my face turn hot like a fireball. “No!” I freake