Aaron’s POVThe opulent beam of moonlight cascaded through the ajar window of the guest chamber. I stood by the window, enraptured by the full moon's radiance, reminiscing about the nights I spent admiring the celestial splendor with my beloved Vera.Wasn’t it three months ago?We ventured into the guest room and spent a pleasurable night together. After that, we stood beside the window and discussed our dream future.“It was three months ago. And Vera was three months pregnant when she died,” I said to myself before grinding my teeth in madness and pain.Reflecting on the tragic event, my heart ached with empathy for Vera and her loved ones. Vera's life was cut short three months ago, and she was three months pregnant at the time. The thought of her untimely passing filled me with a deep sense of sorrow and anguish. And yet, I wanted to remember all the memories I have with her to remind myself whom I should seek revenge for. But then, I couldn’t stop thinking about my prisoner, 0315

Olive’s POVAs I stood in my grandmas’ garden, a young boy approached me holding a precious little white rabbit.“Olive! Olive! Look at this! I brought a rabbit! Isn’t it cute?”My heart melted at the sight of the charming creature, and I couldn't help but express my admiration. "Oh my, how absolutely adorable!" I exclaimed with genuine delight.“I wish I could take this fluffy little bunny home with me,” the boy said.He pouted his cheeks, and as I observed him, he appeared to resemble a squirrely hastily collecting and storing nuts into his cheeks. I took the rabbit from his grasp and inquired, “Then why don’t you take it back home?”He responded, “I can’t. My father prohibited me from bringing pets into our residence. He said I am a predator and should not show mercy toward prey.”"Hey, remember when we first met? You were crying while holding an injured bird in your hand and trying to help it fly again. Ever since we met, I have seen you as someone who cannot hurt anyone or anythi

Olive’s POVLycan's Aaron's behaviours left me feeling quite perplexed. Despite his apparent disdain towards me and his desire to make me pay for his girlfriend's death, I was taken aback when he allowed me to rest and recuperate in his room for two days. And although he spoke coldly, he asked me to come and eat lunch with him.‘What if he’s not that bad at all?’ As the memory of Vera's tragic demise on the road, drenched in blood, resurfaced in my mind, I questioned whether Aaron, the Lycan, could ever find it in his heart to forgive me. The notion seemed implausible.A sense of despondency overtook me as I contemplated the possibility of being forever despised by him. I walked alongside him, my head bowed low, as we made our way to the dining hall.As I stepped into the dining room, my heart pounded with fear as I was met with the piercing gazes of the Omega werewolves. Their eyes bore into me with a vexation that made my blood run cold. I knew they suspected me of killing Vera, Ly

Olive’s POVAfter lunch with the Lycan Aaron, I was guided back to my room. I arrived back in a small place, about 26 m2, and a small bathroom where I had fainted before.A shabby single bed, a small individual desk, and an iron hanger were placed on one side. However, what struck me as peculiar was the complete absence of any adornments on the walls, leaving them bare and unadorned.‘Lycan Aaron took off Vera’s pictures?’ He said he pasted all of his girlfriend’s pictures, so I’ll feel guilty while staying here as his prisoner.Click.As the sound of the door creaking open reached my ears, I instinctively turned my head to see who was entering the room.To my surprise, it was none other than the Omega maid, Angelica. However, the greeting she offered me was far from warm. "Hey, bitch," she spat out, her tone and expression making it clear that she harboured no fondness for me. And why would she? After all, I had been accused of murdering her best friend.As I braced myself for what

Olive’s POV Lycan Aaron ushered me into his spacious, well-furnished chamber that exuded an air of quiet sophistication. As I settled onto the plush couch, I noticed the eerie silence that hung in the air. Aaron remained stoic and unresponsive despite my presence, his attention fixed solely on the stack of documents before him on his desk. I felt a sense of restlessness as I watched him, wondering what could be occupying his thoughts so wholly. ‘If he had nothing to say to me, why can’t he let me go?’ On second thought, he saved me from his brother, Asmund. It would be highly impolite and discourteous of me to abruptly abandon him after he had extended such a kind gesture towards me. Additionally, I found myself struggling to comprehend his motives for doing so. He had claimed that he wished to inflict pain upon me, yet paradoxically, he had also come to my aid during a dire need. "Asmund will kill you," Aaron stated abruptly, his gaze piercing through me. "I am certain that if