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All the furniture is completely destroyed. “Are you okay?” I ask Oliver as he stares at his father on the floor. “Just peachy,” he grumbles, wiping the blood and sweat residue on his jeans. ‘Doctor Lee, I need you to come to the pack house immediately,’ I link the best doc in our pack. He’s not far, so it shouldn’t take long to arrive. ‘Yes, Beta Robert.’ His response is something I’ve always liked about him. “Lee will be here shortly,” I tell Oliver. He just scoffs and storms out the door, slamming it behind him and joining his mate and my family.

James growled. Olivia smirked in victory behind her mask as she turned to her best friend to give him a wink. It was a good thing that she was Theodore’s best friend because that meant she was able to know stories from inside the basketball team; like how James loved women, how he got rejected by the three girls in a row in sophomore year, and how he was the least liked player since freshman year. James was a sympathetic bastard.

“F**k, what the hell?” He looked up, just to see James staring outside with wide eyes. “What?” Barner followed his gaze and then saw Oliver standing between the road with blood in his eyes. James felt terrified by his presence while Barner very calmly stepped out of the car. “Hey dude, need anything?” Barner asked him casually and Oliver gave him a murderous look. “You shouldn’t have hurt her.” He said through gritted teeth. “She did it willingly, Oliver. She is just a slut. How about we all three share her together?” Barner suggested him and got a heavy punch from Oliver in return for an answer.

To anyone watching… They looked like a couple. And Oliver was watching. “You’re going to do something stupid,” James said one afternoon as they leaned against the lockers. Oliver’s eyes remained fixed down the hallway, where Ariana and Liam stood talking. “Define stupid,” Oliver replied calmly. James sighed. “Anything that involves you and jealousy.” “I’m not jealous,” Oliver said. Bucky snorted. “Yeah, and I’m the principal.” Tomos chuckled. “Come on, man. We’ve known you too long. That look on your face? That’s not curiosity anymore.”

He threw off his shield and slid the sword into the ground so the he could welcome the newcomer. Oliver Burton laughed loudly and shook the outstretched hand. “All right, James?” “How you doing, man?” “Well, you?” Oliver asked, eyeing James. “Have you been on ste- roids?” he asked. James smiled. “Nope. Good food and lots of exercise does won- ders.” By that time Blakeney, Romero, and Eliza had made their way from across the field having seen Oliver themselves. “Thank you for coming Oliver,” Blakeney greeted the Brit with

“I can’t tell you that, Alyson. I cannot decide for you the path you’re meant to take. I can only tell you that the wolf you’re with now, the Alpha against you, is wounded.” “I’ve noticed,” I sigh. “He stormed off when I asked why he has this vendetta.” “Olivera James, a rogue most of his life,” she hums, singing her words. “His mate was killed by Jacob Alexander. Beth Inca-James. She is with me now, in this existence, but I need to warn you, dear. Olivera is a ruthless wolf. I’ve seen his work. The closer you are to him, the easier it is for him to strike. He is a caged wolf. Understand?”

I couldn't help the shudder that went through me “And with the rest, well, that’s because I love candy and they know it.” "Yes... and they wanted to make you fall in love with them through your stomach.” "You sound bothered.” “I'm not bothered.” “So jealous...” "You wish, idiot.” she replied sulkily. “Well, but what about you?” I countered her “There are David, Peter, Tom and of course, how to forget the perfect Daniel.” "I've already told you that I don't like any of them.” "Well, the same answer goes to you.” I murmured hugging her "The only one who makes my world turn upside down is you, Olivia, also... Do you realize that we are having our first fight?"

Beside me, James swirled his glass of whiskey lazily, his smirk widening as he watched her. “You look surprised to see James, Olivia,” I said smoothly, my voice slicing through the silence. “What’s the matter? Did you really think I would discard James like a piece of trash?” Her lips parted, but no words came out. “Oh, you did,” I continued, letting a cold laugh escape. “How deliciously naive of you. But that’s what I wanted, wasn’t it? For you to believe I’d turned on him. For you to trust me.” Her fists clenched, and I could see the flicker of anger beneath her fear. Beautiful.

I say trying to save the situation. “That’s even more telling about my man over here than anything you’ll ever say.” Jameson says and I quit. I’m not helping; I’m hurting the situation even more. “I never cared before, why should I care now?” Oliver says deflated. “Because it’s not cool.” Jameson says offended that Oliver asked him that. “This girl is doing too much and she’s doing it in your name. You have to care. She’s terrorizing other people in your name.” Jameson says moving into Oliver’s face making him uncomfortable.

Emory-- James is the first to arrive, which shouldn’t surprise me. He seems to be in an even worse mood than usual when he walks in. That doesn’t bode well for this meeting. I’m saved from extra anxiety by Oliver– Ollie– walking in behind him. If James is an angry surfer, Ollie has all the dark looks and mischief of his Mexican roots. His milk chocolate eyes light with amusement when his nostrils flare at the doorway. Oh hell, I can’t believe I could still smell like lust when we didn’t even do anything. Ollie runs a hand through his blue-black hair before he contains his smile and apparently decides not to say anything about what he senses in the room. I can’t help but be grateful.