Olivia’s POVI feel him watching me a lot lately. Gabriel can’t be suspicious, I tell myself, and I have to remind my wolf every day that we are the Queen Luna now. We should act more like she had acted before she killed herself, but it’s impossible to know her small mannerisms and such. I try to behave myself as a good Luna would, but it’s hard with those light, entrancing eyes on me at all times, even here in our bedroom.I’ve changed into another dress of his choosing, watching Gabriel sit leisurely nearby, only moving his hand for me to spin around for his delight in the dress or to go change into another. If this was the Queen Luna’s life before, I can see why she would want a divorce.“Another one, my dear,” he sighs, looking down to his phone as it lights up with a text.I can’t take anymore changing, the pile of clothes I’ve accumulated on the floor nowhere near the amount still on hangers, waiting to be tried on. I take a seat on the couch beside him, my hands pushing the wri

Olivia’s POVOut of everyone I’d expect to see at the hospital today, the last one I considered seeing was Herold Opal. He strolls into the lobby, looking lost and confused, until he meets my eyes from afar. I’ve been here for days trying to formulate some kind of plan on how to update the practices at the hospital and donate enough charity to make it happen; I don’t have time for this.“Queen Luna,” Herold says, tipping his head at the sight of me.I look up at his charming, endearing light eyes. He is exhausted, purple rings swollen under his heavy gaze, and his lips are formed into a tired frown.“Ah, Herold Opal. Coming to ruin another one of my days?”“I’m sorry, Queen Luna. I never intended for the funeral of my late wife to take place like that. It was in poor taste and disrespectful to your attendance. I actually came here to day to speak with her brother Reese. I heard he was transferred here.”“He was,” I say simply, meanwhile I meander through my paperwork. “He is under bet

Olivia’s POV“Oh my goddess, what did you do to Alpha Herold?” some random she-wolf breathes, coming over to try and help him out of the hot pool but he smiles innocently, shaking his head. “Alpha Herold, I can help you,” she insists.I roll my eyes, looking elsewhere. Every woman here is swooning after my ex-mate, his chest chiseled and damp in the hot water, making his look physically hot from the temperatures he is in now but it doesn’t matter. I couldn’t stand the sight of him if I tried.The she-wolf who tried to assist him finally scurries off, freeing herself from the embarrassment, but Gabriel has the opposite intent. He comes to my side, smiling coyly as he sits on the edge of the rock with me. His arm hooks around my hips, as though to claim me in front of Alpha Herold.I can’t stand their power balances back and forth; just two Alpha’s fighting for sovereignty over a mate neither of them can have.“My dear, you look beautiful,” Gabriel hums into my ear.I don’t have it in m

Olivia’s POVGabriel smiles before kissing my lips, the notion so tender, so gentle, that I almost want it to continue on, but it would be too artificial. I can’t love this Alpha; I shouldn’t have loved the last. I was given a second chance so I could live life for myself, not to give my all and then some more like the last matehood where I got hurt.I got too hurt then to love again now.“Let’s make love,” he says, pleading so desperately to be intimate with me.I press my hands against his warm, bare chest. “No, Gabriel. I don’t want to do this.”His mouth falls agape but he sits up eventually, pulling off of my body while trying not to look so disappointed. It doesn’t work, though. I can see it written all over his soothing, handsome face. His light eyes make me shudder, his lips rolling tentatively through his teeth while he can only imagine having my body right now.“Just tell me why,” he pleads, his voice soft. “Please, my dear.”“I can’t fall in love with you, Gabriel.”“Why no

Olivia’s POV“My wife,” Gabriel coos, waltzing into our room around midnight. I can’t stand the sight of him after seeing Herold and the King Alpha turn on each other to fight; it wounded me more than I’d like to admit. “My dear, please. Come help your wounded husband.”I finally look up, noticing the small gash on his bare chest. “Oh no,” I groan, rolling my eyes at the petite cut. “What happens if you don’t make it? This wound could kill you.”He doesn’t seem bothered by my sarcasm, instead handing me a warm and wet rag. I dab it gently against the mark, knowing that he will probably heal from this wound in a matter of seconds. I entertain him though, somewhat admiring his beautiful physic.He notices and tries to flex, smiling churlishly like a kid at show-and-tell. I shake my head at his attempts to sway me, only freezing suddenly when his hands plant themselves on either sides of my hips. I enjoy his touch but I don’t tell him that, simply pressing a bandage over the mark on his