The Dark Thrall: Mating Olivia Novels & Stories

Margaret would know what to do to help. My animal growled and howled relentlessly like a wounded wolf. The disconnection from our mate had singed his heart with a branded metal. Olive didn't spare me a glance. Her gaze dropped to her lap, fixated on her hands locked in Queen Latifah's hands. The queen mother offered her the motherly consolation she desired. "It's your lucky day, people of Ulfric!" Alpha Vladim got up from the chair, facing the hall. "A double celebration in a night is one hell of a way to lift the ban. Prepare for the mating ceremony!"

"Come on, Oliver, we need to leave here.” “No!” Oliver shouted, much to our surprise. “I am supposed to be mated to Daemon…" “Don't you dare!” Laila flashed her teeth at Oliver menacingly with her eyes glowing in electrifying anger. “If you as much as touch my mate from this moment, I would not think twice but exact the same threat Daemon has in store for you.” Her voice resonated in our minds, and we could feel the anger that stayed deep inside of her.

“That’s far from the problem. The point is that I have always been the rightful heir to the throne and now that I have what’s mine, I’m going to enjoy watching you die.” I looked at the other Olivia. She was staring directly at me. I wondered how this alliance came to be. Was she always working with him? Did he know who she truly was? That was a piece of the puzzle that I hadn’t figured out yet. “Oh,” Darius said, touching his brow dramatically. “I almost forgot. My congratulations. Your partner has given birth to the healthiest children I have ever laid my eyes on.” The mention of Olivia made me take a step toward him. The guards did the same, but toward me. According to them, I was the dan

He crunched his nose like I smelt like a rotting corpse. There was no regret in those storm-cloud eyes. Only cold certainty. “The bond with Olivia was… a pure mistake,” he said, loud enough for every wolf in the room to hear. “A youthful illusion the goddess has corrected. Lila is my true mate. She carries the strength Red Mist needs. She will be my Luna.” The world tilted. “I Alpha Smith Thorne, hereby reject Olivia Anderson as my mate.” He said it so loud that it echoed through the walls. “And I accept Lila Anderson, as my beloved and fated Luna.”

“I told you! This worthless mutt tried to steal my fate! My mate bond! My life! She intentionally wanted to strip me off my identity!” She whirled on Olivia now, striding towards her with fire in her eyes, voice rising in cruel delight. “You thought you could take my place? Me?! You will never be one of us. Not even with forbidden dark magic!. Not even with the stolen scent.” Olivia didn't move but rather stared straight ahead, her jaw clenched. She couldn't fathom what was going on. For a moment, it seemed as though she might break. But instead, a strange calm settled in her eyes. One that made even Sheryl falter.

None of these next sons or daughters showed any sign of being part of the lycan gene. Until now, you all know the story of my first mate. I recently found my second chance mate, Olivia. Her eighteen birthday was on the blood moon night, and we marked and mated that night, not knowing it would make her pregnant. She was given the Luna powers a month later and was ready for her first shift when the moon goddess visited us. She told us this story and told us that my mate had been given an ancient soul. A lycan soul, so she could match me in strength.

The lights dim slightly and the screen flickers to life once again. Static crackles for a second before an image appears. It’s the meeting room. Mallory’s there and so is Olivia. Olivia seems angry, as if she would kill someone. “I can’t believe this! How could she be his mate?! Has the Goddess gone mad?” She yells. Mallory rests her hand on Olivia’s shoulder. “I get it. You have loved him for so long, dedicated yourself to him for so many years only for Venus to turn out to be his mate. That’s unfair.”

“Then the wars, the curse—a scorned witch twisting love into betrayal. My parents… Thorne and Elora. They showed me the ritual, the true mate who anchors the heir against the shadow beast.” His eyes darken at that, something fierce and tender flickering across his face. His thumb stills on my cheek, and for a heartbeat, the world narrows again—just us, the fog, the unspoken truth humming between us. He knows. I see it in the way Atlas’s rumble deepens, in the way his grip tightens, protective and possessive. My true mate. The words hover on my tongue, but the ruins’ malice gives no space for confessions.

My chest bobbed up and down, awaiting what could be this news. “Blood Moon pack, I present to you your Luna, the first true mate of the great King Zeddicus, the third queen in history, the first lady to conceive my children and the true bearer of the silver throne! Olivia de Cyprus!” The crowd went quiet for a second before cheers of joy broke out. However, my heart has stopped beating. Mate?! All these while we thought she was just someone Zeddicus had found interest in, whole time she was the mate, fuck!

Anna's spirit said, her smile gentle and knowing as if she had witnessed the entirety of our journey unfold. "He became yours so this could take place," she said, and then the scene shifted forward to the day we opened the doors of Atlantis. "You had to become Queen!" Anna's spirit exclaimed as Thor's declaration echoed in my mind: "You are the reining Queen of Atlantis!" I relived the moment I found David, lying in his chamber, frozen in time. My heart broke for him, and I knew in that instant, he would be mine. "He is your fourth male mate," she said, "and the connection to bring in your fifth male mate." The scene shifted again, and I saw us sitting at a table, David's hand rubbing my inn