Olive’s POV As I found myself all alone in Aaron’s room, the weight of reality settled upon me. It was a moment of pure realization because after pouring our hearts out and confessing our deepest feelings, we had finally become a couple. Just the thought of it made my heart race, its beats echoing through the silence. Aaron’s unwavering kindness, his gentle touch, and the way he took care of me made me believe that the affection we shared last night wasn’t just a random moment but something real and true. I couldn’t help but kick at the blanket, trying to hide the overwhelming rush of emotions I was feeling. “I must be crazy,” I whispered to myself, barely audible in the quiet room. Who would’ve thought that I, of all people, would fall so hard for Aaron? I used to think that I could only feel resentment towards him. But fate had other plans, weaving its intricate threads to bring back something between us that had been lost for so long. “But wow, it still hurts,” I complained,
Griffin’s POV My intuition had been right all along. I should have trusted my gut when Olive spoke of forgiveness towards Abuela. It was a clear indication that her stay at Aaron's castle was no longer safe. But I ignored the warning signs, and now I am left to face the consequences of my inaction. Olive had fallen in love with Aaron, and I couldn't bear to accept it. I had waited for her for years, sacrificing everything to support her in any way I could. But now, I am left with nothing. As I pondered my situation, I couldn't help but wonder if it was even possible to fight against the powerful bond between Olive and Aaron, created by the Goddess of the Moon herself. The weight of my melancholy was heavy upon me. Desperate and alone, I resorted to my last plan. I begged Olive not to leave me, using guilt as my weapon. But deep down, I knew that it was futile. My chance at happiness had slipped away, and I had no one to blame but myself for not trusting my instincts. Cheap. Immat
Olive’s POV The passing of a day brought with it a restoration of vitality to my weary body. Aaron, ever attentive, made certain that I consumed an ample amount of nourishment. And then, on the following day, a piece of news reached my ears that stirred a sense of urgency within me: Vera's grandmother had regained consciousness. Without a moment's hesitation, I hurried to the clinic where she was being cared for. As I approached the door, my heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of anticipation and trepidation coursing through my veins. With a deep breath, I turned the handle and stepped inside. There, sitting upon the bed, was Abuela, her gaze fixed upon the world beyond the window. A wave of uncertainty washed over me as I stood there, unsure of how to proceed. After much deliberation, I mustered the courage to call out to her, "Grandma Abuela?" She flinched at the sound of my voice, but she did not turn to face me. It was as if she wished to avoid my presence altogether. However
Aaron’s POV On my way to Olive’s room, I could not shake off the things Griffin had told me. If I failed to protect Olive, he would not hesitate to steal her? Wasn’t that a declaration of war? Right there, I wanted to snap his neck open. But he was Olive’s childhood friend and I couldn’t let her get sad. Either way, he will have no chance to get my mate away from me because from now on, I vowed to protect my woman. Standing outside Olive's room, I took a moment to steady myself. Inhaling deeply, I summoned the courage to face whatever lay behind that door. With a firm resolve, I raised my hand and knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway. Knock. Knock. A soft, melancholic voice floated from within, beckoning me to enter. "Come in." Turning the doorknob, I pushed the door open, revealing a scene that tugged at my heart. Olive sat on the edge of the bed, her delicate hands clutching a tissue, her eyes swollen and red from tears shed in solitude. The sight pierced me,
Third Person’s POV The sound that came from inside Olive’s room wasn’t loud. But for Lycan Aaron who has a sensitive hearing, it was as if a chandelier had fallen onto the marble floor. He opened the door right away without even asking Olive’s permission. This was a privilege given only to him in this castle. Inside, he saw Olive on the ground. She fell on the ground, perhaps because she was intoxicated too much with alcohol. “I am s-sorry…” She said. “I felt a bit dizzy.” Haa. Aaron sighed. He just told Griffin that he would take care of Olive. “Geez. I have to start right away,” Aaron laughed. He helped Olive went to the bed again and then asked a maid to give them water. When the maid, who brought the water, went out, Aaron pulled glass and poured water on it. Olive smiled as she was handed a glass of water. However, because the alcohol was slowly kicking in, she could not even drink it properly. The stream of water ran down the side of the glass. Aaron saw the water slip
Third Person’s POV Olive expressed her clear reluctance for anyone else to witness their intimate encounter at that moment. However, her body betrayed her words as her inner walls involuntarily clenched around Aaron's manhood. Unyielding, the Lycan took pleasure in teasing her, questioning her certainty. "Are you truly certain you don't desire this? Why are you so tight? Could it be something you secretly crave to witness?" "No!" she firmly replied, attempting to assert her boundaries. "I wouldn't mind if we were to engage in this act within the garden or on the terrace. Shall we invite all the employees to spectate? Except for the men, of course. I would relish the opportunity to silence them if they were to lay eyes upon your most intimate parts." "No..." she pleaded, her body still constricting around him, as if attempting to sever their connection. Tears streamed down her face as she adamantly refused. Yet, why did her tears only serve to fuel his sadistic desires? Despite h
Third Person’s POV The Lycan’s castle bustled with activity as the servants began to awaken. Olive, fully aware of the potential consequences, understood that if she and Aaron did not stop their actions, the risk of being discovered would hang over them. Strangely enough, this was exactly what Aaron desired. His intentions were not driven by a desire to see his beloved mate suffer. No, it was enough for Olive to face challenges when she found herself beneath him, as she did now. However, Aaron had an insatiable longing to show the world the true woman she was and assert his exclusive claim over her. Whether it was the darkness of night or the light of day, he yearned to be intertwined with Olive on their shared bed. One could attribute this passion to the unbreakable bond they shared or the primal instincts of the beast within him, but Aaron knew deep in his heart that it was a testament to the profound love he held for her.“Ahh! Aaron…” Olive, who had Aaron’s ferocious manhoo
Olive’s POV My 18th birthday is coming, and I will celebrate it in Aaron’s castle, where I was held as a captive in the past. It felt odd to celebrate my coming of age with the people who despised me a lot before. But now, there was a big change in my life together with those people. “Olive, can you pass me the gloves?” asked Grandma Abuela. “Yes, Grandma! Wait a minute!” With a smile, I passed her the gloves. Abuela looked at my face and frowned. “You’re sweating too much. Was working under the sun hard? You should go and rest for a minute.” I chuckled and replied,” How can I do that when you’re working so hard like this? I wanted to help you.” Abuela smiled at me and tapped my head. It felt so new. It hasn’t been that long since Abuela cursed at me for killing her granddaughter. But now that she learned that I was innocent, she treated me so sweetly. I lost my grandmother. She lost her granddaughter. It was as if we found solace with each other to fill the void of affection