Olivia’s POVEven through the differences in the real Queen Luna and myself, Celine and I have a good time together. We talk as if we’ve been friends for years and I feel relived to have one more person know my deepest secret, a person not gunning for my heart like Eugene. I fill her in on that drama at once, both of us talking through the day and into the early evening.She listens as I spill the gossip over Alpha Herold daring to claim me again, in this form, and the friction it has caused with Gabriel. She speaks of his as cold and callous to her old friend, the stark opposite of how he is with me now. We murmur about his affection for me, about denying me of a divorce, and she speculates he is accommodating for his rejection of his mate for so long, but I think it’s something else.I try not to focus on it too much.“I guess you’ve come to see that my girl Rebecca has very little friendships in her life aside from the long-term sisterhood we have formed through the years,” she say
It feels like forever before the fight ends in the once crowded bar. Everyone has since filtered out, interested in facing the furious Alpha and his damningly large wolf. The rogue is cut loose from Herold’s ferocity after a minute goes by, Celine kneeling beside me as I painstakingly pick the tiny shards of glass from my hands and knees.“Not what I had in mind tonight,” Celine says, chewing her lower lip nervously. Her gaze focuses to Alpha Herold, watching him shift back into mortal form without a scratch to bare from his scuffle. “Thank you so mu—”“Don’t thank him,” I growl, brushing away the few trails of blood that line my exterior. “This is Alpha Herold.”Her once light and thankful features turn sour. “Oh.”Herold, although exasperated and breathy, manages to spit, “you really can’t give me any credit, Queen Luna? I just saved you from that obnoxious drunk.”Also got me killed, jerk. I hiss at my wolf as she harps on her negative feelings of the Alpha. I hate him too, but I s
The weather hasn’t let up, even when I wish it would. The clouds are heavy and dark and stagnant, unmoving through the skies and blocking the sun for what feels like a week, maybe more. Having Celine here is a beacon of light in itself, but there’s far too much going on for me to see her as much as I would prefer.I drag myself to the hospital, wearing the laziest set of sweatpants and a hoodie. I tied up my long, fair hair, letting it hang off my neck in a ball or a nest; I don’t care of the appearance at this rate. I lurch myself to the top floor, leaning forward against the glass to peer into Reese’s room. He’s hardly awake anymore.Just like today, he still breathes through a machine, several others beeping stagnantly. I’ve built new programs, hired specialists of our kind, and built beautiful charities to raise money for wolves just like Reese. And yet, here he lays, no better than he was the day he was brought to the Royal pack.Eugene rests a heavy palm on my shoulder. “It’s go
Gabriel threw me in the car this morning, wordlessly. I want him to explain himself, but I know he won’t. We don’t talk much anymore, which is understandable given my behavior, and besides me being cold to my own husband, I have been thinking of Eugene far too much to admit. I’m not saying I enjoyed that kiss, but it has certainly taken up space in my head.I curl up in the backseat of his compact, luxury car, feeling like the Alpha Kind chose this for a reason. There is little space between us, and even less when he pulls for my legs, resting them comfortably over his lap, to let them stretch. I settle in at the position, relaxed for the first time in so long.“Should we talk?” he asks, his voice stoic and abrupt in this otherwise silent car ride. “My dear, you’re so detached from me. Did I do something?”“No,” I say in heavy gust. “To both questions.”He nods, seemingly leaving this topic aside for now. I realize shortly that we have entered a familiar pack, one that makes my stomac
After watching after Mara for a few days, Eugene decides it’s best to return to the Royal pack to check on Reese’s condition. Alpha Connor comes with, needing a break from this obvious painful situation for him. I don’t know why, but Herold follows his brother’s lead, coming to the Royal pack lands while I escape to the office in the hospital.I did manage to break away from everyone else but I know that won’t last. Someone will be by to ruin my isolated silence that I enjoy far too much. It’s frustrating, but inevitable, so I get to work researching any kind of files or news on Alpha Connor’s pack.If this was Alicia’s doing, there has to be a reason. I need to know what that is.I search deeper and deeper into the internet until the files with solid truths are eventually murky with tabloid gunk. I know from personal experience these articles cannot be trusted, but I indulge anyways. The headlines scream out too much familiarity.Alpha Connor Seeing Two Women? Sources Say: Yes!I loo
I can admit, I’ve ben petty. It was a rough day when I realized Alicia was playing Alpha Connor like she so easily played Alpha Herold. Mara was finally sent to the Royal pack hospital, and it’s been enough time to consider the evil plans of that witch and whatever she has going on with Alpha Connor.To double down on my theory that the Luna-title-stealer is creating this poison to gain power in a pack; any pack with a weak, pathetic Alpha. I demanded to throw a gala for single Alpha’s, the attendees not as high in numbers than the normal parties thrown in this palace, but it’s enough for me to stakeout my mission.I sit on the gold throne up front, the gala in full throw. The music is blaring, the women are throwing themselves, and Gabriel seems less than amused with this theme. He sits in the throne beside me, sneering at the hapless, desperate woman throwing themselves at any man with an Alpha title.He looks through me, shaking his head. “Come on, my dear. Do we have to attend thi
“I don’t want that,” Herold says, breaking the long, ebbing silence in the hallway. “I don’t want to forget about you. I never have and I never will.”I can feel the hot tears on my face, the music from the ballroom downstairs so distant but somewhat upbeat. I can just picture her now, spinning across the dancefloor with Alpha Connor, using her maleficent charms on that pathetic Alpha. I bite my words, my frustrations, and feel my back sulk against the wall.“Shh, relax,” Gabriel hums, his arms caressing around me tightly. He hold me in place, my mind finally realizing that I wasn’t up against a wall at all, but instead the dominate Alpha King. He brushes my cheek with his warm lips. “Everything is going to be okay, my dear.”“It’s not,” I groan.My stomach aches, just like my head. “No one—no one believes me…”“I didn’t—’ Herold says, pushing himself to unsteady stance. “I just know what I was told about Olivia’s death and I—”I flinch at the mention of my name, every wolf aware of i
Gabriel has decided to carry me in his strong arms, all the way upstairs into our bedroom. He is careful to tuck me under the covers, barking for the maids to bring water, warm towels, anything that might heal me. His flustered behavior has me feeling ill.I tuck myself under the covers, still naked from shifting, and watch as Eugene is dragged into the room shortly after, Gabriel speaking in fast and hushed tones at the foot of the bed.My husband is irate and frantic, “you saw that, right? It has to be something serious, Eugene, please look into it. Maybe we made her too upset and—oh moon goddess, please, protect my wife.”I snicker in my head. The moon goddess has done a lot of looking out for me already.Eugene rolls his eyes when he comes to the bedside but he pretends to check me out all the same, just appease the King Alpha. “Open you mouth,” Eugene says, and I do, mimicking his every, needless command. “Okay now follow my finger as it moves.”After a few frivolous tests, Gabri