Sold To The Alpha
A Love spoken Chapter 23

Olivia was slumped against the pillows on her bed, her mind reeling over everything that had happened that day. When she got up that morning she had joined the girls for breakfast, the three of them chatting happily before scraping their plates and discussing what they would do that day. Olivia was keen to take a run, but Gabriella and Sierra had elected to sit by the pool instead so she had convinced one of the young warriors to accompany her instead. The blonde werewolf was in his early twenties and had the usual strong build of a fighting wolf. Making his way behind a tree, he had undressed and shifted, giving her privacy as she stripped and shifted behind a nearby bush, her chocolate brown wolf emerging. Shaking out her fur, she smiled as she enjoyed the warmth of the suns rays that was filtering through the leaves above her head.

Stepping out from behind their hiding places, the pair set off at a fast run, the pair had been evenly matched in speed, racing through the trees deeper into the forest, vying to out run each other as Olivia's wolf had purred happily, enjoying the wind as it breezed through her fur.

After a solid hour of running they had turned back and made their way toward the clearing that was situated just inside the tree line, Olivia dropping herself to the ground in a sunny spot, the young guard remaining standing, keeping watch around them. Suddenly his eyes had clouded as a member of the pack mind linked him, his eyes clearing he had quickly shifted into his human form and said that he had to been summoned to return to the pack house.

Asking if Olivia was ready to return, the she wolf had shook her snout and stretched out further in the bean of light causing the warrior to laugh.

Making her promise not to stray further into the forest alone and to return to the open grounds within thirty minutes he had shifted back into his wolf and set off through the trees, disappearing from sight.

Stretching her muscles, Olivia had closed her eyes, soaking up the warm rays, the soft springy moss growing from the earth making a comfortable bed. The mixture of the warmth and the softly blowing leaves around her had lulled the woman onto sleep. Her slumber was disturbed by a heavy object landing on top of her, snapping her eyes open she had growled as Gabriella's wolf had come into focus, the teenage wolf smirking as she stood over her.

Kicking her off, she had gone to teach the youngster some manners before a scent had caught her attention. Turning away from her friend, she had eyed up the huge black wolf that was watching them both, his huge size telling her that he was an Alpha though his scent was off slightly to her nostrils. Slowly making her way over to him, she inhaled the delicious aroma that surrounded her, making her feel dizzy and unsteady on her feet.

'Caramel' her wolf whispered in her head, the she wolf almost drooling as she approached him. Raising her eyes, her gaze connected with his, she watched as if in slow motion as his eyes blackened slightly before widening in surprise.

'MINE!' Olivia's wolf shouted exuberantly, pushing to reach for him as Olivia fought for control.

The black wolf had stared at her shocked until a grey wolf had leapt from the bushes, indicating for her mate to follow him. Without a backwards glance in her direction, the black wolf had bolted off into the trees, leaving her and Gabriella stood in the clearing alone.

Gabriella had nudged her side, indicating with her snout to return to the castle as she sped off after the two wolves.

Olivia had stood unmoving for a few moments, shocked, as her wolf howled in pain from the obvious rejection from their mate. Finally she had dragged herself to the edge of the trees, grabbed some clothes and slip on shoes from one of the packs and rushing back to the pack house, running up the stairs to her room as her heart broke.

Gabriella had found her moments later, begging to know what was wrong, why the older she wolf was looking so broken, shuddering, Olivia had forced out the words that the mysterious black wolf was her mate.

Many cuss words had fallen from the princess' lips as she paced around the bedroom, her whole body rigid with anger before she had grabbed Olivia's arm and insisting they go for some lunch, putting that waste of werewolf space, as she referred to him, out of their minds.

Sitting at the table, she had played with her food as Gabriella talked beside her, trying to keep her mind from the strong muscular wolf that wouldn't leave her mind.

Caramel suddenly enveloped her once again, looking up she had immediately locked eyes with the most handsome man she had ever seen, he had looked at her worriedly before sitting down across from her. Immediately she had pushed back her chair, Gabriella following suit as a second stranger sat down next to him.

The stranger had looked at her desperately, his voice cracking as he had asked her to stay, internally she had warred with her wolf, wanting to walk away from the man who had managed to crush her heart within the space of three minutes. Her wolf had howled, saying her mate was begging, to give him a chance until she had reluctantly resumed her seat, Gabriella leaving them to it after squeezing her shoulder supportively.

The strong brooding man across from her had held out his hand as he introduced himself, electric sparks flying up her arm as he grasped her hand in his and raised it to his lips. Her shock had magnified as he told her that he was Prince Vaughn, son of the Vampire King and his mate, the brother of her very own Alpha.

As they had talked, Vaughn's guard had got up to leave, whispering to her mate quietly before straightening up and leaving the dining room. Olivia was curious about the cloaked man, why did he never speak to anyone but Vaughn, why was his face always hidden in shadows? Her mate seemed equally as keen to keep the mysterious stranger's identity secret, always deflecting any attempts by others to enquire about him.

The pair had enjoyed a simple conversation, Vaughn asking about her life, showing genuine interest in her answers, she had told him that Leo and Carmen were not her birth parents, that she had no memory of the people who had brought her into the world, she only remembered Leo and his face as he helped her out of a cupboard that she had been hiding in.

Vaughn had seemed interested in her past, fixating on her birth parents, trying to get her to remember anything about them and her first pack until she had shut down in frustration, standing up abruptly and making her excuses to leave.

Sweeping up the stairs, she had made her way toward Gabriella's bedroom, knocking on the door twice before pressing her ear to the door when she got no answer. Not hearing the shower running from within she had accepted that her friend was somewhere else and had set off back to the stairs in search of her or Sierra.

Brooding over her conversation with the Vampire Prince, her mind and heart at war, unsure of whether she was wanted by her mate or if he was probing to see if she was worthy of him before choosing to reject her, she had suddenly found herself flying backwards, landing hard on the carpeted floor.

Looking up, she had realised that Gabriella had rushed straight into her, taking in the teenagers tear streaked face, her concern pushed away her own dejected thoughts as she tried to get the she wolf to tell her what had happened.

As Gabriella had admitted to the Prince's guard being non other than her own mate, Olivia's anger had started to bubble, it seemed that not only was her mate sizing her up for worthiness, his guard was the same and had already decided that Gabriella was not an acceptable choice. Growling lowly she had scowled to herself, what was with these males and thinking that the Moon Goddess was wrong in her pairings! Was this a trait of the Vampire's and their servants?

Gabriella suddenly blurted out that she had rejected the guard already, causing the she wolf to recoil slightly, rejecting your mate was extreme, despite her own mate being far from perfect, at no point had she contemplated rejecting him.

Listening to the teenager, Olivia was worried at the resoluteness that she could hear in the Princess' voice, ' if he won't claim me as his or have the good grace to let me go, I have no choice but to force him to accept my rejection' she had muttered quietly almost as if she was speaking to herself.

Holding the trembling she wolf, Olivia had tried to silently comfort her, unable to replace any words to make the teenager's pain lessen.

Squeezing her friend's arm, Olivia fought the desire to storm up to the Prince's room and give him and his guard a piece of her mind, how dare they treat her and Gabriella like this, they should be thankful that they had found their mates, and treasured them accordingly.

Mulling over her own issue, she felt Gabriella pull herself from her friend's grasp, standing up suddenly, a determined look on her face.

'Where are you going?' Olivia asked, suddenly worried at the change in the Princess' demeanour.

'I'm going to go and rid myself of a parasitic werewolf, that is sucking my happiness out of me' the teenager replied resolutely before storming over to the door and yanking it open forcefully. The older she wolf could hear her stomping footsteps on the stairs from where she was still perched on the bedspread in Gabriella's room and she knew one thing for sure, whatever Gabriella had in mind was not going to be good.