Olivia's pov
I never imagined my life would take such a huge turn.
Here I am, wide awake, sprawled out on a bed far softer than my own, with no clothes on, I was so confused. To top it off, I’m entwined in the arms of an absolute attractive stranger whose face is a complete mystery to me. Worse still, I can’t recall a single detail about how I ended up here.
I squeeze my eyes shut, silently praying and begging for this to be some kind of a dream. But when I open them again, I’m greeted by a piercing pair of cold blue eyes, and before I know it, I’m screaming.
Who is this man? How did I end up here? The last thing I remember is that yesterday was my eighteenth birthday. And, like everything else in my life, it was a disaster.
One day earlier
“Gosh, Bryan! Yes, right there! Fuck me Bryan”
I stood frozen at the doorway of my boyfriend’s room, my heart shattering with each passing second.
We have been together for years, but the woman tangled in his sheets, moaning uncontrollably under him, wasn't me. The betrayal hit me like a slap to my face, the disbelief washing over me as my world came crashing down in a matter of moments.
Just this morning, I had been buzzing with excitement, filled with the kind of joy only a birthday brings. I told myself I’d enjoy today, even if no one else acknowledged it—turning eighteen was supposed to be special.
Much to my surprise, my boss at the perfume shop gave me an early leave for my birthday. Heart racing with excitement, I rushed over to Bryan's house, eager to spend the rest of the day with the one person who had always stood by me.
Bryan had been my rock, the only one who truly cared, no matter what others thought of me. I trusted him completely. But in mere moments, that trust crumbled, shattering into irreparable pieces, leaving me hollow in its wake.
Nothing could blind my eyes to the awful visual I was exposed to. They were both stark naked and had their backs to me. The girl was on all fours, hands clutching the bedsheet, whilst Bryan was situated behind her, panting like a hungry dog as he thrusted into her.
“You like that? Tell me you like that.” he said in a voice that was lustfully
“Yes baby. Fuck yes. Harder baby!”
“Faster!'” The girl pleading only edged Bryan to ramp up the speed, hijacking her by the waist to smash himself against her with all power in him “Gosh…you. You feel- so damn good!” she said erratically, trying to speak as her body jerked in motion to Bryan's pounding.
And then, as if he wasn't close enough,he threw himself forward. His large hand found the back of her head, smushing her face into the pillow whilst he humped her wildly.
“Fuck I'm close!” with each second his manly grunts grew into wolfish growls as his body got ready to explode in release.
As the girl beneath him let out sharp, high-pitched cries of pleasure, the bed creaked beneath them, moving together as if caught in the middle of a storm. Every sound they made twisted the knife deeper, leaving me hopelessly with disbelief.
I don’t know what finally broke me from my shock, but the moment their bodies collapsed together, I found my voice.
“How could you, Bryan!” I screamed, my voice trembling with betrayal.
He whipped his head around, eyes wide in panic, his face slick with sweat. But I couldn’t stand to hear whatever excuse was about to leave his lips. I bolted out of the room, barely registering the girl in his arms, her face a blur I had no desire to remember. All I felt was the crushing weight of my broken heart as I ran.
I should've seen it coming... By now, I should’ve realized my life was destined for nothing but disappointment.
I, Olivia, am the true definition of failure.
My father, Richard, is the Alpha of the Blackhide Pack—a small yet fiercely powerful pack. Like any Alpha, he longed for a son to carry on his legacy. But fate had other plans, and all Richard’s wife could give him was a daughter—me.
His determination to have a son led him to surrogacy. That’s where my mother came in—an ordinary omega, unremarkable by pack standards. And so, I became the failed result of Richard’s quest for a male heir.
And so, my father was infuriated when I was born as a girl. He vowed never to have anything to do with me. But when mom passed away soon after, he had no choice than to take me in.
Richard hated me since I was a girl. And it didn't help that I turned out to be an Omega wolf.
Worst of all, at the age of thirteen, most werewolves manifested their “wolf”, allowing them to shift forms. I was eighteen and my wolf was yet to appear.
I had no wolfish abilities—no strength, no heightened senses, not even the natural scent that marked other wolves.
In fact you could just say I was weaker than a human.
And Richard ‘my father’ hated weakness, which meant he hated me.
His wife despised me even more. She couldn’t bear the thought of my mother having shared her husband, and that bitterness was passed onto me.
In their house, I was nothing more than a burden, treated with contempt and barely more than a servant. Most days, the weight of it all was unbearable, and I often wondered if I would have ended it all—if not for Kiara, my step-sister. Two years older than me, she was the only one who didn’t share her parents' hatred. Her kindness was the single thread that kept me alive.
Everything in my life was an absolute nightmare, everything except, Bryan.
Bryan was one of the most powerful wolves in Richard's pack. He was smart, intelligent, and very handsome. Most people had hinted him to be the next Alpha after Richard. He had the attention of the prettiest girls in the whole pack, yet, somehow, he had his eyes on me.
Bryan was the light in my darkness and I thought he deserved my virginity, so I wanted to give myself fully to Bryan on my 18th birthday.
However, now that belief has been destroyed and scorched by reality. In the end, I truly was an abomination that could never be loved.
I didn’t even make it home before I collapsed in a dark alley, my body wracked with sobs. It felt like my entire world had come crashing down around me, leaving me drowning in despair.
Kiara found me not long after. I had no idea how she knew where to find me or that I was on the brink of falling apart, but at that moment, I didn’t care. I needed someone, anyone to hold me together, and she was there. Between ragged breaths and trembling sobs, I poured out the whole story about Bryan. She listened patiently, comforting me with quiet reassurances.
As a car sped past, its headlights briefly illuminated the alley, casting harsh light on everything around us. In that fleeting moment, I noticed something strange: Kiara's watch. It was identical to the one I’d glimpsed on the wrist of the girl Bryan had been fucking.
My breath hitched, and suddenly, the world seemed to tilt all over again.
“That stupid girl even had a watch identical to yours!” I wailed, the sting of Bryan’s betrayal tearing at my heart.
“She did?” Kiara replied, her voice sounding slightly off as she quickly removed her watch. “I mean, there are probably tons of watches like this,” she added, but her gaze lingered on it a little too long, her voice faltering.
For just a split second, I saw something in her eyes—fear, maybe even panic—but then it was gone. She recovered quickly, flashing her usual cheerful smile as if nothing had happened.
I shook off the creeping doubt. Kiara was the one person I could trust. She’d never betray me. The similarity of the watches was probably just a strange coincidence, and it wasn’t worth thinking about. I chalked up her reaction to being surprised that her watch had somehow gotten noticed in such a bad and painful moment for me.
“You know what? I'll just throw this thing away,” Kiara chuckled, tossing the wristwatch into the distance as if it were nothing. “We don’t need any bad memories messing up our night.”
“Our night?” I asked, confused by her sudden change of tone and the excitement in her voice.
She laughed, tugging me up from the ground. “Come on, you didn’t think your big sister was going to let your eighteenth birthday end like this, did you? No way! Let’s get you cleaned up and dressed. Tonight, we're getting drunk!”