where It All Began
Olivia’s POV
I never imagined I would be this girl.
The kind of girl who lies awake at night, staring into the darkness, heart racing, palms damp, mind replaying the same forbidden image over and over again. The kind of girl who whispers a man’s name into her pillow and hates herself for it afterward.
Obsession.
Addiction.
Madness.
I used to think those words were dramatic exaggerations people used when they were bored with their lives. Now I know better. Now I understand what it feels like to lose control over your own thoughts. To crave something you have no right to want.
I can’t even remember how it started.
I never intended to f**k my best friend’s Alpha dad. But I’d be a damn liar if I said I hadn’t fantasized about it. Dreamed about it. Tasted it behind my closed eyelids, legs spread, fingers dripping between my thighs. Yeah. I know how that sounds. I’m not sorry.
Every girl has a first crush. Mine just happened to be a man who could kill with his bare hands, command an army of wolves, and make my thighs tremble just by walking into a room.
Kingsley Darthew.
Alpha. Billionaire. Beast in human skin.
The man who made me c*m for the first time without ever touching me.
I used to touch myself to the sound of his footsteps. The deep rumble of his voice. The way he said my name… Olivia… like he owned it. Like he owned me. And maybe he did.
I was younger the first time I came thinking about him. I can’t remember what age, but I know I was fully aware of how I felt. Locked in Mia’s bathroom with the lights off, panties pulled to the side, my back arched, my face buried in a towel so no one could hear me moan.
I’d seen him shirtless that day, wearing only shorts. Just once. A glimpse in the hallway. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his chest rose when he breathed. The cut of his hips. The massive bulge in his shorts. It wasn’t even erect yet.
The way he’d looked at me… like he knew. Like he knew I was already wet.
I bit down on the towel and shoved two fingers inside. I came in seconds. And then again. And again.
I was addicted.
To a man twice my age.
My best friend’s father.
A god among monsters.
And I didn’t give a f**k.
Every time I stayed at Graymoon Pack, I watched him. In silence. In secret. My legs always crossed. My panties always damp. Because even as a teenager, I understood what Alpha Kingsley Darthew was.
He wasn’t just off-limits.
He was forbidden.
Sin with a c**k the size of my forearm and a voice that made me flutter.
He wasn’t mine. But I wanted him to ruin me.
I didn’t want gentle. I didn’t want slow. I wanted him to bend me over the dining table while the maids watched. I wanted him to take me in the shower loud enough for Mia to hear. I wanted him to make me scream “Daddy” while he filled me so full I couldn’t walk.
I didn’t want to be loved.
I wanted to be used.
To be dominated.
And now?
I’m eighteen. Legal. Back in the place that started it all.
Graymoon Pack.
Darthew Estate.
Where the walls remember every secret thought. Where the floors remember every barefoot sprint toward the room I wasn’t allowed near. Where the scent of him still lingers—dark, blood, sweat, and seduction.
The gates closed behind me with a sound that made my spine stiffen.
There had been no lightning-strike moment. No single glance that flipped a switch inside me. It had just grown. Quietly. Patiently. Like a seed planted deep in my chest, watered every time he smiled at me, every time he spoke my name in that low, steady voice.
Alpha Kingsley.
My best friend’s father.
Even thinking his name sends a strange heat curling through my stomach.
“Olivia!”
Her voice cracked through the thoughts in my head.
And then she was there—Mia Darthew, my best friend, in all her chaotic glory. Blonde hair wild. Lips glossed red. Long, bare legs spilling out of a tiny grey dress that hugged her body like a second skin.
Reality rushed back in.
And just like that, the fantasy shattered.
