The Dark Thrall: Mating Olivia Novels & Stories

His voice was low, deadly, carrying through the silent hall. "Listen to me, Elena. And listen carefully." His eyes blazed gold, his wolf barely contained. "Olivia is my chosen mate. My Luna. My everything. If you ever—ever—speak about her like that again, I won't just threaten you. I will make you wish you'd never been born." Elena choked, her face purpling. "Killian—please—" "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

“He wants to make you his top beta. With both you and Olivia at our side, death wouldn't be necessary.” Her hand burns through my shirt, glides down till she's resting at the hilt of my belt, and she leans by my ear, “Wouldn't you like that?” I would like for her to back the hell up. But more than that, my mind keeps going back to the thing she said about Olivia. “I don't understand. How does he want to take Olivia’s power?” “A mating, clearly.” My body stills. Suddenly, Roanna’s suggestive hand over my trousers means little. Nothing has ever sounded as disgusting, as horrifying, as traumatizing, as Olivia being forced to mate that animal.

Freya demanded. Dr. Clark sighed and said, “Let me try to condense it. Our pack Alpha in Dark Moon impregnated Olivia in a drunken one-night stand after he got Olivia drunk. He then told her he wanted nothing to do with her or the baby because her wolf had not come forward, and she was not of ranking blood. She left, and the Alpha seemed to lose his mind. He became completely obsessed with her. She made it here to Oregon and found her mate, Elise’s son, Tyson, who is the Dragon Lord of the Obsidian Clan.”

“Crystal… is no longer rogue.” A murmur rippled through the council. “She’s joined the Shadow Blood pack,” Trevor added, voice sharp. “And not just joined. She’s the fated mate of Thorne, son of Marvin and… their new Alpha.” Gasps escaped their lips . One of the elders, an elderly woman with silver hair tied back in braids, stood up. “Are you certain?” I nodded. “Our scouts saw it themselves. She’s there clear and open.” Elder Jareth stepped forward, face hard. “Then this isn’t just personal anymore. This is strategy.”

she threatened. “I'm guessing you are bitter because you can't find your way to Olivia now?” I asked her, a mischievous smile spreading on my lips. She must have thought it was like old times when she could get me to do anything so she doesn't hurt the woman I've been mated with. It must have been a rude shock, I knew that as soon as I marked Olivia, Ariel would have free access to doing whatever she wanted to Olivia since we had also mixed blood and sweat.

“Of course it backfired. The moment Olivia’s mate became involved, the spell was no longer stable.” I frowned. “Mate?” They all looked at me like I was dense. “Dominic,” Ysma said. “He’s her true mate. Isn’t he?” “I—” I hesitated. “I believe so.” “You believe so?” Veyra snapped. “You’re the one manipulating this entire situation and you didn’t confirm that?” “I was working with the information you gave me!” I shot back. They ignored the argument. “The Moon Goddess herself chooses mates,” Veyra said coldly. “No witch—not even the oldest among us—can interfere with that bond without consequence. When Olivia and Dominic reconnected… her wolf must have begun to stir. It would have drawn the ener

I was shocked and saw how Olivia puked fresh blood as she tried to push herself from the dirt where she landed violently. “Go!” she tried to scream something more, but the blood choked her throat. The dark matter that threw her suddenly came back from above. It landed on Olivia like dark mist. The twins and I flinched when the dark matter forced its way inside Olivia’s mouth. In her ears, nose, and tear ducts. Terror brought goosebumps on my skin as I watched Olivia twitch and writhe as she tried to fight the dark matter from possessing her body. “Mom! Let’s go!”

"Our family has promised to hand you over to the Forgers, and you will be Michael's bride! He and Anna are incompatible, she won't produce an heir for him! You will marry him, and save our family name from ruin and embarrassment!" "No! I didn't care if they're compatible or not! I will not marry Michael, and you two should be ashamed of yourselves for even making such a suggestion after hearing what he's done." Olivia retorted, rage and hate evident in her voice. She broke away from her father's grip and walked right back into my embrace, her eyes bright with determination and finality. "Damian is my mate! He's my husband, and I'll be with him whether he's cursed or not!”

Olivia said, trying to struggle out of his grip to no avail. The environment changed, and they were in a sweltering inferno. There were lava pools everywhere, and a river flowed by. “What is this? Blake, you’re scaring me. Why is the Spirit Qi so dense?” Olivia said, looking around the cavern they were in. “You should have thought more before betraying me,” Blake barked at her. “I would never. How could I? I love you.” Olivia said with tears in her eyes, mainly from the fear and the heat.

Nimue said, “Your evil will not reach her.” Olivia beat against the barrier, but it didn’t bend. Instead, Olivia’s skin seemed to crack with every hit. Above their heads, a large spinning disk of darkness appeared, drawing in the wild winds as Nimue lifted her staff. “Lift the curse, Olivia Mirabelle.” Nimue said, “Let go of your anger and go peacefully into your next life!” “Never!” Olivia shrieked. “He’s mine! I am his mate! He will love me!”