The Elite Werewolf Novel Olivia And Lucas Novels & Stories

POV: Luther The border camp hummed with uneasy quiet. Canvas walls fluttered, wolves moved like shadows, and oil lamp smoke threaded into rain. We’d pitched on neutral ground close enough for Red Moon to see us, far enough they couldn’t claim we’d come home. Olivia worked near the trucks, the kids wrapped in blankets, her laptop open on a crate. She turned the generator’s grind into the background and typed through it, one breath from another war. When I passed, Rowan tracked me the way a cub watches weather. Hyden followed, restless. They were learning what wolves look like when they aren’t monsters.

It took me a moment to adjust to the brightness. Walking around the pack, I observed the troubling symptoms that made me suspect an epidemic - the Lupine Affliction Plague, a disease that had vanished from werewolf packs centuries ago. I turned to Lucas, urgency in my tone. "We need to act fast. If I hadn't come out, the pack could have been decimated in a matter of weeks because of the scale of the situation." Regret reflected in Lucas' eyes as he realized the gravity of the situation. He lowered his gaze, but I could see a glimmer of gratitude shining through. "Thank you, Lilian," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity.

I halted in my steps, my eyes growing wide with shock as I watched two wolves clash into each other. I couldn't understand at first but I surely recognised Alex's red wolf and with that instinct Lnoxx Shifted without my command and threw himself on Alex's wolf. The white wolf he protected fell to the ground and shifted back but then Olivia curled up. My heart skipped a bear and I didn't even realise it did due to the shock of seeing her like that. “She shifted?!” I didn't have time to find the answers as Alex's wolf pounced on Lnoxx and we both went down.

There was barely any room in the large space as it was filled Ahh a lot of things that Oliver found himself wishing he could hurl across the room from how unsightly they looked. “Thank you.” The alpha said, motioning for them to have a seat. This time, they did. And Oliver went straight to business. “Like I said on the phone, Vaughn, I have a proposal for you, which I know you would like.” Lucas spoke, while Oliver drummed his fingers on the arm of the plush leather couch he was currently seated on. He and Lucas had already had an agreement between themselves on who was going to do most of the talking. And they had all voted Lucas as Oliver was in such a bad mood that they knew a little rile

Olivia looked at the very thin lady and the huge guy beside her. She gave them a sad scrutiny, knowing they are here to make trouble, she ignored them and continued. "Are you deaf?" The lady shouted and pulled Olivia that she almost fell. Since they were not in Jeremy's pack she knew that no one probably sent them, they are just here to make trouble as the rich. Olivia gave her an impassive look. She wouldn't be intimidated by anyone. They are both werewolves and even though she's an Omega, she's not a weak one.

The mention of Ophelia calmed her a bit. Luciana nodded, a surge of gratitude filling her. The arrival of Ophelia instilled a glimmer of hope within her. If there was anyone who could unravel this perplexing situation, it was Ophelia. Surely, she would possess the insight and understanding to shed light on what was truly ailing her son. Luciana recalled hearing whispers about Ophelia being offered a prestigious position within the werewolf council. Yet, she had chosen to decline the offer, emphasizing her commitment to her pack. Ophelia firmly believed that her place was by their side, prioritizing their needs over the allure of the council's esteemed position. In this moment, Luciana recogn

The whole pack rejoices, as chants of Olivia echoes round the mountain , “Olivia, ruler of Wolves, Destroyer of the rogues. “, tears drop at the love being shown, At last, my purpose has been found, I mutter inside, not clinging to Liam, but bringing smiles and hope to members of the pack I finally said, “ Members of the pack, we have won the battle, the war has just began, but tonight, we merry like never before! “ chants of Olivia Emma fill the area, as the werewolves go wild and they celebrate.

Olivia retorted at the top of her voice, emphasizing each word to be sure it sinked into his thick skull. “Oh right! I forgot you weren't human” She taunted further, muttering under her breath. Except she knew Liam could hear, he had advanced hearing. Liam growled so loud that she moved backward away from him. It was as if he was fighting for control with his wolf, she could see his eyes changing color. oh this wasn't good! “pup” She saw him snarl maliciously. It was definitely his wolf. Her hands became sweaty, heartbeat increasing in pace as he stalked slowly towards her. Olivia took a step backwards with each step he took, until her back hit a hard wall, oh no! She was trapped between him

she excused herself, clutching her head and pretending to feel dizzy to earn their sympathy. “Do you want me to take you home?” Olivia turned at the sound of a familiar voice. When she lifted her head, she saw the eldest brother of Lucas and Lorcan—Lucien West, the infamous Casanova. She looked at Lucien and sensed immediately that he had something to say, something he was planning—something that could benefit both of them. “I think I really should head home. Thank you for worrying about me,” Olivia replied. She stood up and left the male wolves behind to walk with Lucien. In her mind, the after-party would be far more interesting if she heard what Lucien had to say.

Cold air hits my body and my wolf stirred inside of me, she flashed through my pupils, we were about to mate, Luca was about to mark me as his own and there’s no coming back from it, she wanted it as much as I did. “Beautiful, how was I able to go so many weeks without touching you Olivia?” Luca asked, he stared at me, studying every part of my eyes with his eyes, making sure he didn’t forget what anything looked like. “Take me upstairs Luca and make me yours,” I whispered, his hand grazed against my skin, he took a step toward me and he brushed his hand against my nipples. “Gladly.”