Episode 4
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At that moment, my heart stopped. I looked at Milo, I felt for him. It was like someone had ripped my heart from my chest. Milo fell back, blood seeping from his chest.
“Milo!’’ His father shouted, men came to surround us. Shots were fired, and Orlando’s men shook before they managed to fire another shot. They went down in seconds, Orlando being among them, bloodied, with several bullet wounds. Yet all my attention was on Milo.
“You’ll be okay. Someone call 9-1-1.’’ I screamed, I gripped Milo, kissing the top of his head. “Please be okay.’’
“Olivia.’’ My mother touched my shoulder.
“Mom! Please, not now.’’ I screamed at her. “Why isn’t anyone calling. Call 9-1-1, please!.’’
“Darling..’’ Milo’s voice was strong, he gripped my chin, making me look at him as he sat up. In a moment, he was holding the bullet that had just fallen out of his wound like it was nothing.
“We’ve collected all their guns Alpha.’’ One of Milo’s men came to us.
“How?’’ My eyes were wide while I looked at him. It was impossible, yet, it was before my eyes. Milo’s wound had healed, closing in around itself like nothing had happened.
“Olivia, we don’t have much time before…’’ My mother’s word cut when Orlando and his men started waking up again. It sounded like stones dropping on the floor, yet, it was the bullets being spit out of their body. What the f**k was going on.
“I suppose by the look on my wife’s face, you haven’t told her about us.’’ Orlando was standing, talking, breathing. How was this possible?
“He’s just like you?’’ I looked at Milo, refusing to believe.
Milo shook his head, touching my hand, but I flinched. “We’re all werewolves. All except your family.’’
I felt like the world was spinning. I had a terrible headache. I wanted this nightmare to end.
“Martha, we talked about this. We made a deal. Olivia was promised to me at birth.’’
I turned to look at my mother, but she avoided my eyes. “You broke that deal when you stole our shipments and tried to kill my husband. Your contract is null. Olivia belongs to Milo now!’’
Belongs? Am I an object?
I couldn’t even speak. I had no idea what to say. There was too much going on.
“She is my mate. Mafia syndicate aside, Orlando, you know you can’t claim another Alpha’s mate.’’ Milo piped, stepping forward. I still couldn’t believe he was alive. He had gotten shot in the chest.
“All the werewolf packs will rally behind me. I have them in my pocket. Your pack is independent. Give me my wife and I will..’’
“She’s not your wife.’’ Another voice joined in. An unfamiliar voice, at least not how I remembered it.
When he came through the door, I blinked. I almost fell back.
“This is just a dream. Come on Olivia, wake up.’’ I whispered to myself. I hit my face lightly. I wanted to wake up. To get rid of this stupid nightmare.
“Finally tired of hiding inside your wife’s skirt?’’ Orlando’s comment didn’t even shake my father.
“Dad?’’ My voice broke.
“Orlando, you have no business here. I’ve informed your father of your arrival here. If you do not leave now, much worse awaits you at home.’’ Orlando flinched at the mention of his father. He tensed, he scanned my father like he was in doubt. Then shook his head before pointing at us.
“This is not over.’’ He threatened. His eyes planted on mine, “It was nice to finally meet you darling. I look forward to kissing you on the altar.’’
And with that, he turned and left, all his zombie friends following behind him.
“Olivia, I..’’
“Don’t touch me..’’ I shouted, stepping back. “Everyone has been lying to me.’’
I looked around the room, feeling lost and betrayed. My family, Milo, and even my supposedly dead father - they all stood there, watching me with worried eyes.
"How long have you been alive?" I asked my father, my voice shaking.
He stepped closer, but I backed away. "Olivia, sweetheart, I can explain-"
"Explain what?" I shouted. "That you faked your death? That our whole family is involved in some crazy mafia war? That werewolves are real?"
My mother tried to touch my arm, but I pulled away. "We were trying to protect you, honey."
"Protect me?" I laughed bitterly. "By lying to me my entire life?"
Milo stepped forward. "Olivia, I know this is a lot to take in-"
"Don't," I cut him off. "You kidn*pped me, remember? You're just as bad as the rest of them."
The room fell silent. I could feel their eyes on me, waiting for my next move. But I didn't know what to do. My whole world had been turned upside down in a matter of hours.
"I need to get out of here," I muttered, heading for the door.
"I'm sorry mate, but I can’t let you do that!" Milo threatened, his eyes bloodshot. The sound of this voice made me scared. His eyes gave me chills. I knew he wasn’t joking. He had kidn*pped me, what stopped him from locking me in his house?
"Livvy, It's not safe out there. Orlando might still be nearby." Jason chimed in.
I turned back to face them all. "And how is it any safer here? With a bunch of liars and killers?"
My father's face fell. "Olivia, please. Let us explain everything. You deserve to know the truth."
I hesitated. I was so angry, one would say I was breathing fire. But the truth sounded all too enticing. I couldn’t stand being in the dark anymore. I needed answers. I needed to know who these people were. The mother I knew wouldn't promise me to a man like I was a prize. Milo, even though I hated him, wasn’t capable of the things I’d witnessed these few hours. My father was alive?
“Fine. Talk.’’ I breathed, turning to look at them. For a moment, I braced myself for the blow that would come with learning the truth. Yet it was nothing like I expected.
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