Warning: +18** **Third Person’s POVLewd sounds filled her ears as her thighs clenched and unclenched repeatedly, accompanied by moans of pleasure.“Ah, Aaron, hmm...”With relentless determination, he skillfully stimulated her, causing her eyes to roll back and intensify the sensations. Olive couldn’t help but grip his hair in response.“Hmm, ahh, ah...!” Her back arched, a tremor running through her as he expertly used his tongue.But this was only the beginning, as he whispered, “We’re just getting started.” However, Olive reached her limit. Her legs gave way, and her wetness brushed against Aaron’s thigh.Looking up at him, Olive bit her lip, realizing that it wasn’t enough. She craved something more intense, even surprising herself with her own thoughts. She shuddered, which only made him smile, his lips glistening with her essence.“You can do it alone, right?”At the Alpha’s inquiry, Olive confidently untied the lower part of his robe, revealing his underclothes.His manh*od

Olive’s POV Five nights had come and gone, but they seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Each passing moment felt heavier than a year’s worth of time. My mate and I had dedicated ourselves to the sacred mating ceremony throughout those long nights. Thankfully, Lycan Aaron had only offered me gentle caresses, refraining from going any further. This allowed me to find some solace and rest during the final night of the ceremony. As the sun began to rise, the omega maids arrived at our doorstep, their presence signaling the start of a new day. I opened my eyes, searching for any sign of Aaron, but he was nowhere to be found. “Olive! You’re safe,” Grandma Abuela exclaimed with relief. She nonchalantly pushed aside the remnants of the iron pillar and broken chains, her gaze fixed upon me. “It appears that Alpha Lycan Aaron truly cares for his bride.” “Yes, Grandma. He showed his concern by allowing me to rest last night,” I replied, my voice filled with gratitude. “He should, my dear

Olive’s POV The moment I saw the person sitting in front of the driver’s seat, I knew that I might not make it up to my honeymoon with Aaron. I just realized it instinctively. "Thinking you'll have a happily ever after, Olive?" sneered Angelica, the former maid who had made my life a living hell. I was at a loss for words, unable to comprehend how she had managed to resurface in my life. Aaron had made it clear that Angelica was not welcome in his Pack and had even instructed his werewolf guards to keep her at bay. So why was she here, taunting me once again? “I despised the moment I was expelled from the Pack, forced into the life of a rogue. At that very moment, I vowed to return and exact revenge on the thief who had stolen Vera's happiness," Angelica hissed with a menacing tone. A chill ran down my spine as I absorbed her words. I mustered the courage to meet her gaze and retorted, "Haven't you heard it before? I was innocent. I never took the life of your friend." I fooli

“What are you doing?! Come back here!” The piercing cry of Angelica reverberated through the air, urging me to halt my flight. Yet, I dared not cast a glance in her direction, my focus solely fixated on evading capture. Propelling my arms in a rhythmic motion, I jolted myself forward, impelling through the verdant expanse of the forest. The specter of apprehension loomed behind me, reminding the perilous pursuit that threatened to ensnare me. “Come back here, you bitch!” Angelica's venomous words echoed through the trees. I leapt gracefully over the fallen logs, skillfully evading the intricate webs that hung in my path. With every ounce of strength in my legs, I propelled myself forward, my heart pounding in my chest. As I reached the lush greenery, I darted beneath the protective canopy of the towering trees, feeling as though I were soaring through the air like a majestic eagle on a vital mission. The thought of being caught by Angelica sent shivers down my spine. The cons

Asmund’s POV When news reached my ears of Olive's abduction following the nuptials, a surge of anger towards my elder sibling consumed me. He had made a solemn vow to safeguard Olive, yet how could he have allowed such a calamity to befall her? Overwhelmed by a tumultuous mix of emotions, a tempestuous storm of fury and apprehension, I found myself returning to my brother's castle. Each step I took towards his room was accompanied by a silent barrage of curses. “Damn it! You are such a liar, Olive!” She had assured me that she would live with life full of contentment and security, and that she would not die early. However, the very person, who had made these solemn vows, now faced imminent danger left me overwhelmed with an indescribable feeling of despair. “Shit!” Actually, even if I reach my brother’s room, I wasn’t sure what to say to him. My only certainty was that I would exert every effort to assist in locating Olive as swiftly as possible. Yet, as I stood before my bro