He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked me over like he was making sure I could handle what he was about to say. Then he said it.
“In four days, you’re going to face the Council,” he said. “And I believe you already know what to say when the time comes.”
My stomach tightened. I swallowed hard, suddenly feeling the weight that day. Four days. Four days until I’d be standing before the Council, declaring I want to break my bond with the triplets.
“But we can’t wait that long,” he added, his tone turning urgent. “We need to act now. We’re speeding things up. It’s happening tomorrow night.”
My heart skipped. “What’s happening tomorrow night?”
Damien straightened. “It’s my birthday,” he said, like it wasn’t a big deal. “I’m celebrating it here-with a formal gathering. Friends. Allies. A few Council members who’ll be watching closely.”
“And you want me there?” I asked, already dreading where this was going.
He didn’t hesitate. “You’ll be my date.”
The air in my lungs vanished.
“I want you by my side,” he continued. “To everyone else, you’ll act as my lover. My partner. No more secrecy. No more hiding. We make them believe you belong to me- and the rest of the pack, the Council, everyone else… they’ll see it.”
I stared at him like he’d gone insane.
“I’m your nephews’ wife,” I said, my voice sharp with disbelief. “People will talk. They’ll question it. You really want that kind of attention?”
Damien didn’t blink. “I don’t care. And neither should you.”
I took a step back, my mind racing.
He followed, his voice softer now. “The moment we do this, Olivia, the news will spread like wildfire. Every pack across the region will know within hours. And if she’s listening, she’ll hear it too.”
“She?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper, though I already knew who he meant.
His eyes darkened, but he didn’t respond.
Curious, I pressed on. “Who is she? Sofia? Is she your mate? Your wife?”
Alpha Damien frowned, and I could tell my question was annoying him-but I didn’t back down.
“Who is she?” I pressed again, stepping closer, refusing to let this drop. “Sofia? Is she your mate? Your wife?”
Damien’s jaw tightened. His nostrils flared.
“You don’t get to ask me that,” he said coldly.
I scoffed. “Seriously? We’re about to walk into a room together tomorrow night pretending we’re lovers, and I don’t get to ask who she is? That’s bullshit, Alpha
Damien.”
His eyes snapped to mine, hard and fast, his wolf pressing behind them now, suffocating.
“You shouldn’t put your feelings in this.”
“I’m not talking about feelings,” I bit out. “I’m talking about honesty. If I’m going to stand beside you and pretend to be yours in front of the Council-if we’re really in this together-then I deserve to know what I’m walking into.” 2
His eyes narrowed. “You want the truth?”
“Yes.”
He took a slow step forward, and then another, until I had to tilt my head slightly just to keep meeting his gaze.
“Fine,” he growled. “Here’s the truth: it’s none of your damn business.”
My lips parted in disbelief.
“You think just because I’m pulling you into this plan that I owe you every piece of my past?” he snapped. “You’re not here to know me, Olivia. You’re here to play your part. That’s it.”
I stiffened. “You’re unbelievable.”
His voice dropped, lethal and low. “And you’re acting like a very bad pup.”
I scoffed bitterly. “You are annoying,” I said and tried to walk away, but before I could, his hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled me toward him. I gasped, stumbling slightly, but before I could regain my footing, I was flipped over his lap in one fluid motion.
“Alpha Damien-!” I struggled, twisting, my heart thundering in my chest. “What the hell are you doing?”
He held me there with one firm arm across my lower back, the heat of his palm heavy, dominating. “I warned you,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “You acted silly, you get punished.”
I gasped, my heart pounding, unsure if it was from fear or something else entirely.
“You’re insane-!”
“Ten,” he said calmly, like he was discussing strategy. “You will get spanked on your ass ten times.”
My breath hitched. My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest.
“Let me go!” I twisted instinctively, my face heating.
But he held me firmly on his laps, enough to remind me how much stronger he was. Not hurting me. Just… holding.
“I said ten,” he repeated, voice like velvet and steel. “Unless you want to make it more.”
And here’s the part I didn’t understand:
I froze.
Not out of fear.
But confusion.
Something in the way he touched me-controlled, measured-wasn’t threatening. It was possessive. It made my skin tingle, my lungs burn. I should’ve been furious. I was furious. But I was also-God help me-curious.
And maybe just a little too aware of how warm his hand was against me.
“This is insane,” I whispered, struggling to breathe evenly. “You’re not serious.”
He leaned in close, his breath brushing my ear.
“Try me.”
Olivia’s POV
My breath caught in my throat as I tried to get off his lap, but Alpha Damien held me down firmly. I struggled, but it was no use. He was too strong.
“Let me go!” I murmured, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I didn’t like how hot my body was getting. It was confusing. Wrong.
I had never been in a position like this. Bent over a man’s lap. Especially not a man like Damien.
“You’re staying right here,” he said in a deep, calm voice. “You acted silly. Now you’ll count.”
“Count?” I asked, confused.
Then I felt it. He lifted the back of my robe. My heart jumped as cool air hit my thighs. My gown was up, and I knew he could see everything. I was wearing a thin black gestrin, and it didn’t cover much.
“Damien!” I gasped, trying to move.
“If you struggle again, I’ll make it twenty,” he said. “Ten if you behave.”
I froze, swallowing hard. My face burned with shame… but also something else. My body felt warm, even needy, and I hated it.
“This is embarrassing, I muttered.
He leaned down, his voice low and close to my ear. “Don’t be shy now,” Damien murmured, his voice like a slow ripple of thunder. “We’ve already done more than this, haven’t we?”
My body tensed as the memory replayed in my head.
I hid my face in my arms, trying to stay still.
Then came the first smack-sharp and loud. I jumped.
“One…” I said quietly.
His hand rested on my waist again. “Louder, Olivia,” Damien repeated, his palm resting heavy and warm on my lower back.
My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear myself think. Everything felt too much- his touch, his voice, the heat spreading across my skin. My cheeks were already on fire, but now that fire was sinking lower, curling deep in my stomach.
“Two,” I whispered louder this time, trying to stay still, even as my body betrayed me.
His hand came down again. Another sharp sting. I flinched, a soft gasp slipping from my lips.
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.