All American Olivia Novels & Stories

Who would be texting me this early? Olivia: Are you awake? Me: Yep. Why are you up? Olivia: I tossed and turned all night long. At 430 I finally gave up and I've been watching TV. Me: Is Alyssa still sleeping? Olivia: You know she is. I've never met a child who can sleep as she does. Me: I have to go to work for a few hours this morning. I won't be there when she gets up. Olivia: Aw, I think that bothers me more than it will her.

Or ten? I wanted to be proud of her. I really did. But all I could think about was how quickly she’d fit in. How easily she seemed to impress everyone. And how I was suddenly... not the brightest in the room anymore. Lola, who had been laughing beside her, turned and grinned. “You guys don’t understand. Olivia always gets the perfect score. She’s like... unbeatable.” Someone snorted nearby. “Usually. But not today.” I glanced at them, then looked away.

But I could tell it was eating her up inside. I'd hung up the call I was on and started turning back toward the group when Olivia reemerged with a tray of snacks. She'd baked something, the effort etched into her features as she handed the offering around. "I just wanted to do something," she said, her voice soft, almost resigned. "Sitting and just doing nothing feels so useless when it comes to this. But I couldn't help smiling at her, my heart reaching out to her at how hard she was trying. "Thanks Liv. This is perfect."

Outside, the night sky glowed with the crimson light of a full wolf moon. "That's not right," I muttered, frowning. My heart skipped a beat. It was too early for the full wolf moon. It shouldn't be rising yet. I looked back at her, the woman who shouldn't even be here, her tears carving paths down her cheeks, her eyes locked onto mine, silently begging. How could she look so beautiful, even stripped of the finery of her rank, locked in this miserable place? And why, for the life of me, had the Alpha of the West thrown her into this pit?

She said starting to sneeze that’s when I remember she was allergic to them and I snatched the bouquet from Vivian giving it an Omega. “Take this out of the house immediately.” We sat at the table and started to eat, but while Vivian started gushing and moaning about how everything was so good, Olivia was not eating anything. “Olivia, are you not hungry?” I asked gently. She looked at me with eyes full of sadness. “These are all Vivian’s favorite dishes but none of mine. I have no appetite, anyway. I will eat later.” My heart plummeted and I felt like tearing apart everyone in the kitchen.

Keeping them outside and away was Olivia’s number one priority. Alexandra looked at the other woman, stunned at her beauty. Yeah, she’d known that Olivia Foreman, formerly Olivia Jameson, was an ex-model. She’d seen Liv’s photos plastered across men’s magazine covers, and she’d also read about the horrific attack that had unceremoniously ended that career.

Not having a chef would ruin everything. “Shit, have you contacted chefs from other packs?” I asked Carl. “Yes, alpha”, He nodded, “All of the packs chefs are cooking for their packs” I have failed as an alpha, i didn’t remember the moon festival, I didn’t-“ “I can coo k” Olivia whispered, interrupting me. “What?” I uttered, confused. “I- uhm- I learnt cooking in high school, so i’m a decent cook” She can cook? How didn’t I know that? I slapped my head mentally, given the circumstances, I'm not surprised.

Olivia said, slipping her phone into her pocket, “We need to buy a bottle of expensive wine.” Ivy blinked and I raised a brow. We’d come this far, and something about Olivia’s excitement made it impossible not to trust her. As we walked, Olivia turned to us with a sparkle in her eyes. “Okay, girls, here are the rules we need to follow.” “Rules?” Ivy asked cautiously. “Yeah. First question—best country?” “America—my home,” Ivy answered proudly. “Nope. Wrong.” Olivia grinned. “It’s Italy. Always say Italy.”

Olivia ignored her and went to look at herself in the full length mirror. She was dressed casually wearing a purple T-shirt and black three quarter jean. She went to her closet, shoved Scarlet to the side and took out a black D-thong sandals putting it on. She repacked her hair into a neat bun and situate her laptop backpack on her back. She then texted Mr Fabian about her movements. “Bye, buddy.” She said to Scarlet as she left the room and made her way down the hallway with a huge smile on her face. Olivia knew Scarlet was actually right when she said Mason was rubbing off on her.

“Luca Rivera. Charged with kidnapping Elliott Hale. We have a witness statement. Video evidence of the altercation in front of the Hale estate. The bride’s testimony. It’s pretty airtight.” “I didn’t kidnap him,” I say, voice hoarse. “He came to me. He wanted to leave.” She shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. His family says you’ve been manipulating him for years. That you’ve been a dangerous influence. And right now? Public opinion’s on their side.” I laugh. A short, bitter thing. “So I’m guilty because I don’t have a last name that opens bank vaults.” She doesn’t answer. Just leaves.