Romans & histoires Goddess Olivia Blake

I looked up, all my senses at alert as I surveyed the landscape, there was a hint of unsettling within my heart like a fear of loss, but I am surely not backing down, the only sound I could hear, the only thing I could think of was vengeance, revenge. I wasn't always like this, I wasn't always the hardened relentless girl, consumed with desire for revenge. I was once the cherished daughter, the pride and happiness of the moonlight pack. My father Alpha Desmond was a strong and passionate leader, respected by many within and outside our pack. My mother Luna Helen was the heart and soul of our pack, so loving and caring, always seeing to the affairs of the women and children. I was their only

I raised my head and looked at Godiva, who was exhaling. I pulled Godiva to cling to me and then kissed her back. Half my breath was with her. For the perfect mating moment, I inserted mine into hers. Pumping her with my hips, I felt every momentum of our movements coming together. I pounded my cock until I heard Godiva’s moan mixed with my name. So melodious that Blake reappeared. [Silver wolf, rare, and her name is also Godiva.] [Good, I’ll continue my lineage with her. For moon goddess grace, our Luna is the most important thing in our lives.] I ended my conversation with Blake.

She asked. I nodded and followed her outside “I know you would not marry Damien's daughter. I only decided to save her because of the similarities you both have together. Make sure she is safe and for what is what, don't kill Dean. The moon goddess is on your side but if you do. She would turn against you. Don't worry, you would win” she said and gave me a tight smile before walking away. What similarities was she talking about? I am a hybrid and Olivia is an omega. We would never be similar.

Apart from that, there was absolutely nothing remarkable about her. I hated the moon goddess. I hated her for letting someone else replace Olivia in my soul. I didn’t want another mate. If I truly lost Olivia—which I had—then I wanted to be alone for the rest of my life. I wasn’t willing to have another mate. There was only one person in the world that was made to me and that was her. So why would the goddess do this to me? Why would she punish me so?

"You are a disgrace and an embarrassment to this Pack, Ophelia. I curse the day the moon goddess gave you as a mate to me." I watched as his face scrunched up in disgust and irritation, stopping just a few inches from me. And then it began to rain. Fast heavy pours, descended on us, as we stood, facing each other. "I am going to make this easy for you, Ophelia. You are going to leave and never come back." "What...?" "I...Enzo Blackwood of the Lone Wolves Pack...." "No!" I tried to stop him, but he grabbed my arms forcefully.

A part of me doesn't want to egg him on, but he’s being such a prick right now and riling both me and Netty up, with both of us on the same page it’s hard backing down. “Enough,” yells a woman, standing and raising her voice over the chaos that has erupted around us. Her aura is strong, making everyone cower down, even myself as a wave of calm washes over me and Netty. ‘Whats happening’ Netty groans as she curls back down. ‘She’s Luna, Oliver's mother’ I mumble, that could be the only explanation to why she has any sort of control toward Netty and I. While I kept tabs on my sperm donor I didn’t care to have any other interest in his other family members other than Oliver.

he said heading towards the door with a squeeze of her arm. She nodded watching him stalk off. His posture being that of more intensity. She turned to leave as well heading back to the hallway, finding the pressbox she and Thalia would be in. “Glad to see you found your way here,” Thalia cooed. “Wasnt too far,” Layla replied. Thalia showed a small smile. We're in for a treat. The minor god and goddess have all had their turn. Now for our main Olympians,” she says, hands outstretched to the arena.

Enough to make his hands curl into fists at his sides, nails digging into his palms. He knew he was being unreasonable, but he wanted all her smiles to be because of him. She didn’t know… She couldn’t know. Not yet. “Soon,” he promised himself. Let Nikolas take the spotlight beside her. Let the academy watch her like she was simply another Luna candidate. Let everyone mistake her uncertainty for weakness. After all, they didn't know what he knew: the probability that Olivia was the “Fifth Moon,” a legend—a lost power connected to an ancient Luna.

“What?” “Yes sir. Apparently, we are her oracles. She made it so I can draw the scene.” I said holding up the drawing pad. “And Liz sees the whole picture as like a video of sorts.” “I never dreamed I’d be alive to see an oracle of the Moon Goddess!” Alpha James exclaimed. “So, you believe us?” Liz asked. “Of course, I do! There are many books that tell of different oracles through the ages and how coveted they are. We cannot let anyone know about you two.”