“I brought you breakfast. Thought you could use something warm.”
I didn’t move from the bed. “You know how much I hate being disturbed while sleeping.
She blinked, caught off guard. “I just wanted to-
“I want to be alone”
Her lips parted like she wanted to say something else-maybe apologize-but I turned my head away. “Please leave
She lingered for a few seconds longer before setting the tray on the nightstand and walking out without another word.
I stared at the untouched food, sighed, and forced myself out of bed.
After freshening up, I got dressed but ignored the breakfast entirely.
When I finally stepped out of my room, the mansion was already buzzing with activities. I limped slightly as I made my way to the living room, still sore from yesterday, but better.
Suddenly, my heart gave an odd jolt when I saw Olivia there, flipping through a file on the couch.
She looked up, our eyes met for a second, and she gave me a blank look. “Good morning,” she said plainly, without stopping what she was doing.
“Morning” I replied, but she was already walking past me.
Just like that.
No smile. Nothing.
And yet… my chest ached.
I sank into the couch she had just left, inhaling the faint trace of her scent lingering on the cushion.
Damn it.
I was wrong.
I was wrong when I told myself last night that these feelings were temporary.
That I’d wake up, and they’d be gone.
They weren’t..
If anything, they were stronger now.
Sitting on the couch, I buried my face in my hands and dragged a hand down my tired face. My chest felt tight. I didn’t want to feel this way. I didn’t want to want her. But I did. I wanted her attention.
I wanted her to look at me the way she used to before everything fell apart.
I stared at the hallway she disappeared into, tempted to follow her. To grab her arm and demand she talk to inc. Ask her why she hurt me, why she broke me.
But I didn’t move.
I just sat there like a coward, gnawing at the inside of my cheek and pretending I didn’t care.
Iran a hand through my hair and let out a heavy sigh.
“Lennox, a voice called behind me.
I looked over my shoulder. It was my brother, Louis, with his usual concerned look.
“You okay?” he asked, eyeing the untouched tray in his hands. “Anita said you kicked her out.”
“She shouldn’t have come in,” I muttered.
He shrugged and sat on the opposite couch. “You know, she’s trying hard to apologize.”
“I’m not interested,” I snapped, rising from the couch and storming out of the living room.
Olivia’s POV
I needed to get a few things from the town square. Tomorrow was my mother’s birthday, and I wanted to buy her something nice with the pennies I had.
As I set out to leave, Anita appeared from the corner and blocked my path. A fierce glare burned in her eyes as she stared me down.
“You either leave this pack in one piece, or I will send you out in different pieces,” she spat.
I raised a brow at her. “Are you threatening me?” I asked, my voice calm despite the anger already boiling inside me.
Anita scoffed and took a step closer until we were face to face. Her makeup-caked face hovered inches from mine.
“If I were you, I’d take it as a friendly warning. For old times’ sake, I’m giving you an option. Leave this pack in one piece-or what befell your father will happen to you, and you’ll join him in the afterlife.”
Rage flared inside me, and my wolf growled, urging me to attack her, but I held myself back. “For old times’ sake, Anita, I’ll let this pass, I said, watching her narrow her eyes. “But the next time you stand before me and spew such rubbish,” I stepped closer, our noses nearly touching, “I will make sure the guards tie you up and flog you in the middle of the pack house courtyard.” Anita’s lips parted in shock, clearly not expecting me to bite back. But I was done playing nice. Done acting weak. I had kept my distance. I had stayed out of her way. But now, she had crossed the line.
“You think you can do that to me?” she scoffed.
I smiled, a bitter smile. “Yes, Anita, I have the power to do that and more. Remember, I am the Luna. And you… I narrowed my eyes, scanning her from head to toe, “you are just a concubine. Don’t forget that I mocked, then turned and walked away, not giving her the chance to respond.
I was able to leave the pack house after letting one of the warriors escort me. According to them, it was mandatory that I don’t walk alone, and I had no choice but to allow the guard to follow me.
When I got to town, I walked straight to the small jewelry shop at the corner of the square. Inside, the shopkeeper greeted me warmly. I forced a smile and scanned the glass display.
There, sitting in a velvet box, was a simple yet beautiful silver bracelet. Engraved with tiny moon symbols, delicate but strong. Just like her.
“My mother,” I murmured to myself, then said aloud, “I’ll take this one, pulling out the few notes. I had saved.
As the shopkeeper wrapped the bracelet carefully in soft paper, I felt a presence beside me. I turned slightly and found a woman, probably in her late sixties, standing just a few steps away. Her silver-streaked hair was tied into a low bun, and her pale green eyes seemed to glow faintly under the sunlight.
“You’re Luna Olivia,” she said, her voice low and hoarse, like wind rustling dry leaves.
I hesitated, instantly on alert. “Yes… do I know you?”
Her eyes locked onto mine, unsettling in their intensity. “No. But I know what lies ahead.”
I furrowed my brows, gripping the paper bag in my hands tighter.
“I’m a seer,” she continued, stepping closer. “I see what others cannot. And child…”-her voice dropped to a whisper- “I see you… lying in a pool of your own blood.”
My breath caught.
“What?” I asked, the words barely leaving my lips.
“There is danger around you,” she said, eyes never leaving mine. “You must be careful, Olivia. You must watch those who smile the brightest… their knives are sharpest.”
My wolf stirred inside me, sensing the truth in her words,
“Is it someone close to me?” I asked, heart pounding.
The seer closed her eyes for a moment, as if searching the threads of fate. When she opened them again, her voice was barely above a breath.
“I have no idea, but you still have time,” she said, placing a wrinkled hand on mine. “Be alert, child… or you won’t live long enough to find the truth you seek.”
With that, she turned and began to walk away.
“Wait!” I called out, stepping forward, but she didn’t stop. By the time I reached the street, she had disappeared into the crowd.
For a moment, I remained where I stood, contemplating decided to return to the mansion to critically think about it.
7 words. I became worried and
The walk back to the mansion was slow. The seer’s words echoed endlessly in my mind-“I see you… lying in a pool of your own blood.”
Tentered the mansion through the side entrance, deciding to take the longer path past the gardens to clear my head. As I neared the pool area, a scream pierced the air. High-pitched. Terrified. A chuld.
My eyes snapped toward the sound-and I froze.
A little girl was thrashing in the deep end of the pool, her AMY arms flailing, her mouth opening and closing in silent gasps as she sank under the surface.
Without thinking, I dropped the bracelet I had gotten for my mother and dove straight in.
The water was cold, but adrenaline surged through me, pushing me forward. I reached her just as she slipped beneath the surface a wrapping an arm around her and kicking toward the edge with all the strength I had.
When I pulled us both out of the pool, I laid her on the warm stone deck. She was coughing violently, water pouring from her mouth as her lungs finally began to take in air.
I knelt beside her, brushing soaked hair from her forehead. “It’s okay, I whispered, voice shaking. “You’re safe now.” the
Footsteps thundered behind me.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.