She blinked, her face dropping the smug expression just a bit. But before she could speak, Lennox cut in sharply.
“How do we even know she’s not the one who forged that letter?” he snapped, his eyes narrowed.
I froze. every
The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind-until now. But now that he said it, it made sense. She had reason to forge that letter. If she could really sell Olivia to traffickers, then there is nothing she can’t do. But can a fourteen-year-old Anita do such? That letter was well written./The hurtful words were too deep for a fourteen-year-old to think about and write-and. certainly not someone as dumb as Anita.
My brow furrowed as I stared at her. “Is that true, Anita?” I asked, suspicious thick in my voice. “Did you write that letter? Did you fake it just to make us hate Olivia?”
Her eyes widened. She looked back and forth between us, then shook her head quickly.
“What? No! I swear-I don’t even know what letter you’re talking about,” she said, sounding genuinely confused. “What letter?”
She looked at all of us, seemingly confused. “I didn’t write anything. I don’t even know what you all are talking about. I didn’t do anything of such. I swear on my pups.”
I watched her carefully.
She looked like she was telling the truth. Her voice shook. Her eyes were wide. She didn’t stutter or hesitate.
But I couldn’t fully trust her. Not anymore..
Not after all the lies.
Maybe she didn’t forge the letter… but possibly, she knew who did.
I stayed quiet, but the suspicion was already there, burning in my gut.
There was no proof.
Not yet.
But something told me Anita wasn’t innocent in this. Not completely.
Mother spoke again. “I know Anita deserves to be punished, but remember that is your seeds growing inside of her,” Mother said, and my frown deepened while Lennox growled angrily beside me.
Mother glared at Anita. I could see she wasn’t happy that she was helping Anita out. “Let her deliver these babies safely, then you can carry out your judgment. But until then, I won’t let you do anythin. that would harm those pups.”
I frowned deeply at Mother, not liking her words one. bit.
“Mother…” I began, my voice low and tense.
“Enough,” she snapped, not giving me a chance to argue. “I’ll personally keep an eye on Anita. Until those babies are born, she stays under my watch.”
She turned and grabbed Anita’s arm firmly-not with affection, but with anger. “Don’t think this means you’re free,” she muttered to Anita, just loud enough for us to hear. “I may be protecting you, but I’m not blind to your sins.”
Anita frowned and looked away.
Mother turned back to us. “You men have enough to worry about. If I were you, I’d be more concerned about Damien… he looked pretty serious about claiming Olivia.”
And with that, she turned and led Anita out of the room.
Olivia’s POV
The moment we left Levi’s room, I quickly pulled away from Alpha Damien’s arms. He gave me a look that clearly said he didn’t like what I’d just done-but I didn’t care. I simply stepped aside and looked away.
Sir Damon led us toward his chambers, and when we reached the door, he turned to me. “Olivia, you’ll have to stay out here and wait for us…”
“There will be no need for that,” Alpha Damien cut in immediately. “She’s coming in,” he said firmly.
I swallowed hard but felt a wave of relief-at least I’d be able to hear whatever they were going to discuss.
Sir Damon frowned, clearly not happy about it, but he nodded and pushed the door to his chambers open.
Alpha Damien stepped aside for me to walk in. I gave him a glance before walking in. I stepped in, and he did too before shutting the door.
The moment the door shut behind us, the room went completely silent. The air felt tense-thick with tension.
Alpha Damien moved to stand beside me, calm and confident as always, while Sir Damon walked to the center of the room with heavy steps.
“Have a seat, Olivia,” Sir Damon said, pointing to one of the cushioned chairs near the fire.
I hesitated, glancing quickly at Damien, but he gave me a subtle nod. So I walked over and sat down, keeping my back straight and my eyes low, trying to stay invisible.
Sir Damon didn’t sit. He turned to face his brother, eyes sharp and voice low. “Damien… what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Damien didn’t flinch. He simply shrugged. “What I believe is right, brother,… they no longer have any claim over her. Olivia is mine now,” he declared possessively.
I frowned, wanting to speak-to tell him I wasn’t some object to be owned-but I held my tongue, eager to hear more of this conversation.
Sir Damon didn’t seem happy with Alpha Damien’s words. “What do you mean she is yours now? Can you even listen to yourself? That woman is the mate and wife of your nephews…”
“I don’t fucking care,” Alpha Damien cut off rudely. Now he was sounding angry, more like he was losing his patience. “I brought her…and according to the rule of the slave market, Olivia is now mine…”
Sir Damon cut in. “Is this about the money? We will triple it…”
Alpha Damien chuckled, but it wasn’t the sound of amusement-rather, it was more like anger. “You think everything is about money, brother. That’s how everything works for you-and you’ve passed that same twisted mindset on those boys.”
Sir Damon frowned at the words of his brother. “Mind your words, Damien. I’m still your older brother…”
Damien, looking nonchalant, nodded. “I will never forget that.”
A moment of tense silence hung in the air. The two brothers didn’t say a word. Rather, they stayed silent. I looked at both of them, waiting for one of them to speak. I wanted to know the way forward. What was this all about? What exactly was Alpha Damien planning?
As if reading my thoughts, Sir Damon asked, “So what is your deal? What is your plan with her?”
Alpha Damien looked at me, and I held his gaze. His eyes were blank, so I couldn’t really tell what he was thinking. He glanced at me with that blank look that was unsettling before he turned to his brother. “It’s none of anyone’s business. Olivia and I will talk about it.”
My brow furrowed. What was this man planning? Was he seriously going through with that insane idea of wanting me to give him an heir? No, that can’t be possible… I’m the wife of his nephew… he surely can’t still be thinking of wanting me to give him an heir.
My wolf stirred inside me. “I have a bad feeling about this,” she murmured.
I swallowed hard. I had the same feeling. But I stayed quiet-I needed to hear everything first.
Sir Damon moved closer to his brother, his eyes filled with anger. “You know my sons won’t take this lightly. They love this woman deeply,” he said with conviction.
I swallowed hard at his words. My thoughts drifted to the triplets, and the idea that they loved me-it was still such a strange, unfamiliar feeling.
“They will declare war on you, Damien…”
Alpha Damien groaned. “I don’t fucking care…”
Sir Damon’s voice rose, his frustration no longer hidden. “There are plenty of girls, Damien! Dozens of willing females who would kill for a chance to bear your heir. Why her?” He pointed a finger in my direction. “Why Olivia? You’re playing a dangerous game, and you know it.”
The moment those words left his mouth, a chill ran down my spine.
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So… Sir Damon knew about this too?
I shifted slightly in my seat, but Alpha Damien didn’t look at me-his gaze remained locked with his brother’s, burning with cold fire.
“She’s the one I chose,” Damien said through gritted teeth. “And I don’t have to explain myself to anyone.”
My frown deepened. Does that mean he was still going with the plan of wanting me to bear him an heir?
Sir Damon stepped closer, his voice low, but sharp like a blade. “Put yourself in their shoes, Damien. Imagine if someone tried to take Sofia from you. Imagine if a man declared she was his and said he would use her tc bear his child.”
The room fell into a stunned, suffocating silence.
Even I froze.
That name… Sofia.
The moment it was spoken, Damien’s entire demeano shifted. His jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. His hands curled into fists by his sides. and a vein throbbed in his neck.
He didn’t say a word for several seconds. Just stood there, shaking slightly from suppressed rage.
Then his voice came out-low, cold, and seething with rage.
“Don’t. Ever. Say her name.”
Sir Damon’s face softened with a hint of regret, but he didn’t back down. “I had to. Because that’s the only way you’ll understand. You loved Sofia. And if someone had tried to take her from you, to claim her like this, you would’ve torn the whole damn kingdom apart
Olivia’s POV
Alpha Damien grunted as he glared at his brother. “Enough, brother… that’s enough. No more talk about Sofia,” he spat.
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.