The Alpha's Seeress

Chapter 8

Olivia Isla

My mind remained a blank slate despite being saved by Riley. He had been asking me questions earlier, but the fear in my heart was insurmountable, making it hard to even speak. The physical pain they inflicted was lighter than the trauma it caused me.

"Is it only the school head, or does he have other accomplices inside the university?" Riley asked.

Tears immediately fell from my eyes. The betrayal was so clear to me that even mentioning it broke my heart. It was only then that I realized trusting people was a terrible mistake.

"They are his people," I replied in a strained voice.

His brow furrowed, confusion deepening on his face. The university was owned by the King. He held the highest position. Worst, he is a Walker. I saw it clearly in my vision.

"How did you get there? I mean... what really happened?" he asked.

I closed my eyes, the memories of that night flooding back. All I wanted was to uncover the truth, to make sense of everything happening at Sky High. But I never imagined... I’d be caught by Myrtle.

I remember the day before—she was the one who spread the news about Coach Eric’s disappearance. She acted so worried, so scared. And yet… I shook my head at how fake and manipulative people can be.

“You should have left this alone, Olivia.”

Those were her exact words before she hit me with a metal rod. As if that wasn’t enough, she dragged me to her master, the school head. If she hadn’t done that, I never would have known that so many women were already missing at the university. They were using the dogs and Coach Eric’s disappearance to cover up something much darker. How cunning!

"Riley, what if someone takes me away from you? Will you let them?" I whispered, recalling the vision I’d seen earlier.

I couldn’t shake the dread that settled over me after seeing it. I used to have a simple life—simple dreams, simple goals. But ever since meeting Riley, everything has spiraled out of control. I was marked as his Luna, abused by the university leaders, and worst of all, someone else will take me as His slave. Riley can’t save me from that last vision. He might try, but I can’t bear to watch him lose.

"Nobody will take you away, Olive. You’re mine," he said, his voice full of conviction.

I’m not a soft girl. Everyone knows how stubborn, selfish, and uncaring I am. But now, despite hating Riley with every fiber of my being, I also fear for his life. The prophecy hasn’t changed. If Riley fights the Walkers, he’ll lose.

It’ll be my burden to witness bloodshed fall just for my sake. I know I have to make the sacrifices. It’s like choosing the lesser evil. But Nana Sienna… I have to leave her, for the sake of many.

"I want to go home, Riley. I need to see Nana Sienna."

That old woman must be so worried by now. I’ve been gone for almost two days. Not seeing me for even one day would make her anxious, let alone two.

"No, you're not going anywhere. I'll send Vix to get her and bring her here. You’re much safer in this place."

I was about to nod when a sudden vision struck me. My breath hitched, and my heart pounded in my chest, so fast it felt like it might burst any minute. Sweat trickled down my skin as fear gripped me.

"Riley... Nana Sienna. She’s in danger. You have to save her—now," I said, panic flooding my voice.

It took Riley a few minutes before instructing Vix and Max. If only my legs were strong enough, I would have run to save Nana Sienna myself. But I knew these werewolves were faster, stronger. They’d reach her in time—at least, I hoped they would.

"What did you see in your vision?"

My palms turned cold. "They’re coming," I whispered. To get me.

I wanted to say more, to scream about the terror clawing at my chest, but I couldn’t. How could I tell him the truth? That the Walker King was planning to make me his mate—his slave. That this wasn’t just about power or territory. This was personal, twisted in ways I didn’t fully understand. Riley wouldn’t be able to save me from that fate. Even if he fought with every fiber of his being, the prophecy wouldn’t change.

If I told him, he’d fight. I could already see the battle in his eyes, the determination. But I couldn’t let him face that monster. The cost was too high. Watching him die because of me, knowing it was a battle he couldn’t win—I couldn’t live with that.

So I kept my mouth shut. I buried the truth deep inside, where it couldn’t hurt him.

"If you happen to encounter them, just humble yourself and do whatever they ask," I continued.

The Walkers wouldn’t hurt anyone else. They’re only after me. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder—did they know I’m a seer? Nana Sienna always told me how beautiful my gift was, how rare. She said people in power would do anything to possess it. But how had the Walkers found out? Who told them? Or was it something they just sensed?

I thought back to my visions. They were scattered, flashes of possible futures. Some were clear, while others were just fragments. But this... this was different. And as much as I tried to piece it all together, one question gnawed at me: why now?

"What are you talking about, Olive?" Riley snapped, his voice tinged with annoyance. "Humbling myself before my enemy is the last thing I’ll ever do."

I met his gaze, seeing the fire in his eyes. He was stubborn—he always had been. It’s part of who he is as an Alpha, but this time, his pride would only lead to his downfall. Riley is strong, no doubt about that, but strength alone won’t win this battle. He doesn’t understand, or worse, he refuses to.

"Sometimes pride won’t save you, Riley," I said. "Sometimes you have to accept defeat and learn from it. Your pack is at a disadvantage against the Walkers."

He scoffed, his jaw tightening. "I don’t care about their advantage. My pack will fight. I will fight. I’m not backing down from this."

I sighed, frustration bubbling up inside me. "You’re not thinking clearly! The Walker King isn’t like anyone you’ve faced before. You’re playing into his hands by acting this way. It’s exactly what he wants—your rage, your pride. He’s already a step ahead of you!"

"You think I’m just going to stand by and let them do their thing?" he shot back. "You think I’m going to let them win without a fight?"

"This isn’t about letting them win, Riley! It’s about being smart. You can’t just throw yourself into a battle you’re destined to lose! If you keep going like this, you’ll be putting everyone at risk—your pack and yourself!"

His fists clenched, but he didn’t say anything. I could see the conflict in his eyes, his instinct to protect clashing with the truth he didn’t want to face. He couldn’t win this by brute force alone.

"I’m not asking you to give up," I said more gently. "I’m asking you to be smart. To live to fight another day. We can figure this out, but not if you let your pride blind you."

He was silent for a long moment, his breathing heavy. "I don’t like it, Olive. I don’t like feeling powerless."

"And I don’t like watching you throw yourself into a battle you can’t win," I replied softly. "But sometimes the best way to win is to survive first."