I was having lunch with Calvin at the dining table. I noticed his eyes were constantly on me, watching every move like he needed to be sure I was really okay. Finally, he spoke.
"How was your practice today?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with worry.
"I nodded with a small smile. "It was great… I can now teleport easily, and now I know how to control it."
Calvin nodded slowly. "That is good. Keep it up."
"Thank you," I said and went back to eating. Another moment of silence hung in the air before Calvin spoke.
"I don't want to keep anything away from you anymore. After you finish eating, I'll show you something… and tell you how the Lucianos and our family became sworn enemies for life."
I swallowed hard and nodded, my fork hovering over my plate. I was tense… my mind spinning with questions I was terrified to answer. What could have caused such hatred to run so deep? And if there was so much hate between us, why would the Moon Goddess mate me with the triplets—twice? What was she thinking?
I forced myself to keep eating until we were both done. Calvin suddenly pushed back his chair and stood.
"Come on… let me show you something," he said quietly.
I followed Calvin in silence, my heart thudding anxiously in my chest. He led me through the hallway until we reached the library. It was quiet and cold, the scent of aged paper and leather-bound books filling the air. He walked to one of the older shelves tucked in the far corner, reached behind a stack of thick volumes, and carefully pulled out a scroll.
"Read it," he said softly. "Everything you need to know is in there. It was written by your great-grandfather Callum himself. His final record before he died."
I nodded slowly, feeling a lump rise in my throat as I carefully unrolled the scroll. The handwriting was old, jagged in places, but clear enough to read. As I read, my eyes began to sting. My fingers trembled. Tears slipped down my cheeks as I kept reading. By the time I reached the final line, I was sobbing. Not just from the words, but from the weight of it. The pain etched into every stroke of ink. The heartbreak. The betrayal. The loss. I could feel it all. As if great-grandfather Callum's soul had reached out and placed his agony in my chest.
With tear-filled eyes, I looked up at Calvin and asked, "They really did this?" I asked, not able to believe it.
"Yes." Calvin nodded and slumped on the couch. "That's why great-grandfather Callum warned Hailee never to step foot in this pack. Her son—our grandfather—cut all ties with her when he was just a teen. No one spoke of her. So when the revelation came that the next special one would come from us… it shocked everyone. Because we hated her. We hated her for what she did."
I swallowed hard and thought of the pain great-grandfather Callum must have gone through. His only crime was loving her… wanting to be with her, and she did such unspeakable things to him? I stood abruptly, my fists clenched at my sides.
"Why would the Moon Goddess do this?" I said bitterly to myself. "Why would she mate me with the Lucianos? With their descendants—twice?"
I was shaking. Was this some cruel punishment? A test? Hadn't I been through enough?
"I can't," I said, backing away. "I can't do this." For original chapters go to NoveI(F)ire.net
Calvin stood. "Olivia, where are you going?"
"I'll be back," I muttered. And with a quick breath, I focused—and vanished.
When I reappeared, I was in Lennox's room. The familiar scent hit me, but I fought it down. All three of them—Lennox, Louis, and Levi—were there, frozen in place, shocked at the sudden appearance.
"Olivia?" Lennox asked, his eyes wide. "How…?"
"I teleported," I said flatly. "That's not why I'm here."
Their expressions shifted instantly—guarded, confused, tense.
"You already know the truth, don't you?" I said. "About our families."
Levi stepped forward, his face conflicted. "We just found out," he admitted. "We didn't know anything until recently."
My wolf howled inside me, drawn to them. Their presence, their bond—it still pulled at every part of me. But I shoved her back with force. This wasn't the time. This wasn't the place.
"I can't do this," I said, my voice shaking but strong. "I can't be mated to you. Not to the descendants of people who destroyed mine. Who made my great-grandfather bleed in ways that never healed."
Louis tried to speak, but I held up my hand.
"I want a rejection," I said. "I want this bond gone."
The room went still. Like the very air had frozen.
"I don't care what silly games the Moon Goddess is playing," I spat, my voice trembling with rage, "but I'm ending it right here."
I took a deep breath and lifted my chin.
"I, Olivia Beckham, reject you—Lennox, Levi, and Louis Luciano—as my mates."
The words left my lips like venom. But none of them reacted. They just stood there, unmoving, unbothered. Like I hadn't just tried to rip our bond apart.
"Why?!" I shouted, glaring at them, my heart cracking with every second of their silence. "Why won't you reject me?! We're enemies by blood! My family suffered because of yours! We should hate each other!"
Lennox stepped forward first.
"We don't care," he said firmly.
"You think any of that changes how we feel?" Louis added, his tone sharp.
"We didn't ask for this war between our bloodlines," Levi said, his voice low. "But we're not letting it destroy what the Moon Goddess still gave us."
I shook with anger. "You should hate me! I hate you!" But even as I said it, I didn't believe it. Because deep down, even after everything… …I still loved them. And that made me angrier than anything.
"We are not rejecting you," Lennox said firmly.
"You bastards!" I screamed, hitting Lennox in the chest. "Why can't you just reject me? Why won't you let me go?!" I hit him again and again, the pain too much, the tears pouring down. "You should hate me… you should…"
But then Lennox grabbed me. He yanked me toward him and crushed his lips against mine. I gasped. My body froze, shocked by the heat of the kiss, by the electricity that sparked through me. I tried to push away. But I felt Levi behind me. He was close—too close—and his lips found the back of my neck. I moaned. My breath hitched, my knees weakening as his kisses trailed up my skin. I was losing myself. The pull was too strong.
And then—Louis. He stepped in close, his hand tilting my chin so Lennox's kiss deepened. His other hand slid to my waist, pulling me tighter between them all. Lennox's kiss devoured every ounce of resistance I had left. I could feel his anger, his desperation—his love—woven into every rough brush of his lips. My fists were still pressed against his chest, but they were no longer pushing him away. They were clutching his shirt, holding him closer.
Behind me, Levi's breath was hot against my skin as his mouth trailed fire along the curve of my neck. Each kiss made my knees buckle, my mind spin. His hands gripped my hips, grounding me—trapping me.
Louis's hand slid up my side, his thumb brushing just under my breast, making me shiver. He tilted my head more, forcing me to take Lennox's kiss deeper, and I whimpered when his tongue brushed mine. I hated them. I hated how they made me feel. I hated that my body betrayed me so easily—craving their touch when my mind screamed for escape.
"Stop…" I gasped between kisses, but my voice sounded weak, breathless, and needy. "Don't… don't do this.."
"You don't want us to stop," Levi murmured into my skin, his voice sending vibrations down my spine.
Louis's lips found the corner of my mouth, brushing soft, teasing kisses there before pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "You want this, Olivia. Even if you hate us… you still want us."
"No…" I whispered, but my moan betrayed me when Lennox's hands slid down my back, grabbing my ass and pulling me flush against him. I could feel him. His cock hard, ready, his scent wrapping around me like a chain I couldn't break.
"You can't reject us," Lennox growled against my lips, his forehead pressed to mine as he spoke. "Your soul won't let you."
He kissed me again, rougher this time, swallowing my soft cry. Louis's mouth claimed my throat, kissing and biting gently until I was trembling in all their hands. Levi's hands slipped under my shirt, his palms warm against my bare skin. I gasped, my body arching into him as if it belonged there.
"You hate us," Louis said, his voice low, lips brushing my jaw, "but you'll still be ours. Always."
Tears slipped from the corners of my eyes—frustration, confusion, desire tangled in a knot that refused to unravel. My wolf howled inside me, clawing at the walls I'd built, desperate to give in to them.
"No… no, please…" I begged, but my plea turned into a moan when Lennox's teeth grazed my lower lip, biting down just enough to make my knees give out. Levi caught me easily, pressing my back against his chest, his hands splayed wide across my stomach.
"You're ours, Olivia," Lennox murmured, his forehead resting on mine, his breath ragged. "No family relationship. Blood feud. No betrayal. Nothing will change that."
Louis's fingers brushed away my tears as he pressed a soft kiss to my temple. "Fight us all you want… we'll fight back harder."
Suddenly they let me go. Breathless, shaking, and drowning in their scent, I couldn't stand it anymore. Before they could touch me again, I forced myself to focus through the haze… and teleported away.