As if the wind had taken her with it.
For a moment, I couldn’t move.
My hands trembled slightly at my sides, my mind still racing with what had just happened.
But before I could gather a single coherent thought, the door creaked open behind me. I turned sharply, my heart still pounding.
Alpha Damien stepped through, his eyes immediately locking with mine. His brow furrowed as he strode closer, his gaze darting around the rooftop like he was search g for something or someone.
“Why are you here?” he asked, his voice low but laced with suspicion. “What are you doing all alone?”
I hesitated.
“I just needed air,” I said quickly, trying to sound normal. “Everything downstairs felt.. suffocating.”
Damien’s eyes narrowed slightly, still scanning the space behind me.
“You’re lying,” he said, almost too quictly. “Your scent… it’s disturbed. And there’s something else. Something faint, but not yours.”
I stiffened. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me.
“Alpha Damien, I’m not in the mood,” I muttered, trying to push past him.
But he stepped into my path, blocking me.
“Who was here?” he demanded, his voice sharper now. “Olivia. Tell me the truth.”
I met his gaze, trying to keep my expression neutral, even as my heart pounded wildly in my chest.
Should I tell him?
“No one,” I said flatly.
His jaw clenched. He didn’t believe me.
“Something’s wrong,” he said, more to himself than to me. “I can feel it.”
“Well maybe something is wrong,” I snapped, surprising even myself. “But not everything needs to be about you, Damien. Maybe I’m just tired. Maybe I just needed to be alone.”
He stared at me for a long moment. Then, softer: “You’re shaking.”
I looked away. “I’m fine.”
He didn’t press, but I noticed he wasn’t believing me.
“If anything is going on,” he said finally, “I must know.”
I frowned. Of course. He thought one of the triplets had been here.
I lifted my chin and looked up at him.
“I can take care of myself.”
That made him pause. His face tightened, but he didn’t reply.
“Let’s go back,” he said instead, seemingly not in the mood to argue with me. “You’ve been up here long enough.”
I hesitated, I didn’t want to go back to the party, but I had no choice. I had to keep up the act of being Alpha Damien’s perfect girlfriend.
I forced myself to follow Alpha Damien down the stairs, my heart still pounding from what I’d seen-or thought I’d seen-on the rooftop.
By the time we reached the living room, the party was in full swing again. Music pulsed softly through the air, laughter and murmured conversations blending like perfume and smoke. The room felt tighter now, heavier.
Damien glanced down at me. “I’ll get us drinks,” he said simply. “Please stay here.” Without waiting for my reply, he turned and disappeared into the crowd.
I let out a slow breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts, but then I felt eyes on me. Two women approached, hate for me clearly written on their faces.
One of them leaned in, her voice syrupy and cruel. “Look at her,” she murmured loud enough for me. “Are you not ashamed, Olivia? Fucking your mate’s uncle? Wasn’t three Alphas enough for you, or did you have to try your luck with Tiger Uncle, too?”
My frown deepened. Anger already bubbling inside me.
The other one snickered. “Soon she’ll probably be spreading her legs for their father. Isn’t that right, our dear Olivia? You just can’t help yourself. Always hungry for more…”
I didn’t let the words slip off her lips before a different type of anger devoured me, and before I knew it, I grabbed her by the neck and pinned her to the nearest wall.
The music slowed. Conversations died. All eyes turned.
My grip on her neck tightened, and my claws were out as I dug it into her neck, causing trails of blood to run down my fingers. People gasped, but I didn’t care.
“You have no right to judge me,” I said coldly, clearly, every word sharp with anger. “You know nothing about what I’ve been through. You haven’t lived my life. You haven’t carried my pain. You stand there with your perfect little smiles and your perfect little lies, acting as if you’re better-when the truth is you couldn’t survive a single day in shoes.” my
“Kill her.” A voice whispered in my head-a voice I hadn’t heard before. A voice that was that of my wolf.
Gasps rippled around the room. The woman stiffened, her face paling, life running out of her.
“She will kill her.” People’s worried voices spoke from behind, but I didn’t let go, even though I wanted to.
“Olivia, what are you doing?” Damien’s voice rang out sharply, thundering through the thick silence.
I ignored him. My claws were still embedded in the woman’s neck, her blood warm on my fingertips. My breath came out in short, shaky bursts. I could feel my wolf howling beneath my skin, wild and hungry, begging for more.
“Let her go,” Damien said firmly, but not loudly. His voice was careful-controlled-like I was a bomb about to explode.
“I said let her go,” he repeated, stepping closer, this time it was a command.
For a second, I didn’t move.
I couldn’t.
That voice… the one inside me… it wasn’t just my wolf. It was something darker. Something I hadn’t heard before.
“Do it,” it whispered again. “Kill her. Let them all see what you really are.”
I blinked, and for a brief moment, I saw my reflection in the wide glass window nearby.
Blood on my hands. Eyes glowing. A snarl on my lips.
What… am I becoming?
“OLIVIA, you are killing her.”
With a growl, I shoved the woman away with a grunt, watching as she crumpled to the floor, choking and coughing, hands trembling as she crawled backwards into her friend’s arms.
The room was dead sil
Olivia’s POV
Breathless, I looked around the room, my chest rising and falling rapidly. My heart pounding wildly against my ribs.
Everyone stared at me-confused, scared-as if I were someone else entirely. Like I had been possessed. Like they’d seen a ghost. And maybe they had.
Even I didn’t recognize myself.
That voice… what was that voice inside me?
My eyes met Alpha Damien’s. He was watching me closely, curious, but before he could speak, I turned and walked out of the party. I didn’t look back, even though I could feel their eyes following me.
I just kept walking-up the stairs, through the hallway-until I was finally alone.
Once in my room, I locked the door and sat on the edge of the bed. My hand trembled as I stared at it, still stained with blood. The claws were gone, but her blood was still there.
“What’s happening to me?” I whispered, fear rising in my chest.
“And what was that voice?” I asked my wolf quietly. I knew it wasn’t her. It couldn’t have been.
She stirred inside me, clearly unsettled.
“I don’t know… but I felt its energy. It was too strong-even for me,” she said, her voice laced with confusion and fear.
I let out a shaky breath and got to my feet. I started pacing the room, trying to calm the storm in my head. No matter how hard I tried to convince myself that the woman had been lying-that the triplets had sent her-deep down, something told me she was telling the truth:
And that terrified me.
First, the prophecy-the vision of me lying in a pool of my own blood. Now, this warning not to leave the cursed pack grounds. But how could I stay here? How could I live in this place that had given me nothing but pain?
I shook my head.
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.