Few Months Ago. Olivia. Woodclaw Island was the land of opportunities, and I had come to seek greener pastures. Although my parents were from the Island, I grew up in Geneva, a small Island close to Santa Braee. My parents were from Dome, Woodclaw, but business had taken them to Geneva. My mother was a prostitute, and my father was a pimp that had fallen on hard times. They didn't have much to their name, but they seemed content with their lives. I wasn't. I wanted something better, and I knew hanging around would only land me in the same trade as my mother. When I turned eighteen, I decided to leave to carve a better future for myself. It was a struggle, especially when my mother wanted me to join her trade. Yes, she was sick like that, and so was my father. I had stolen her money and ran away. I thought of going to Santa Braee, but I knew my father had a network there and could easily catch me. Woodclaw was a different ball game, and I couldn't wait to see what it had in store for

Olivia, The beta was nice to me, and it was clear the Alpha did not want me in their home. I sat by the lake and ate what was left of my sandwich. After I finished eating it. I decide to go out of the estate to look for a job. I was grateful for what Beta Paul was doing, but I knew it was temporary. I needed to find a job and move out quickly. I shouldn't spend more than that week in that place, or I might get in trouble with Alpha James, and the man did not seem like he would go easy on me if that happened. I finished the sandwich and took the tray into the mansion. I did not know the way to the kitchen, but one of the workers was kind to take the tray and glass from me. I searched for Beta Paul to see if he could give me a recommendation for the army. After searching for him, I learned he was at the Gazebo with the Alpha. I dreaded seeing him, but I doubted they would be here for long, so I decided to go and see him at the Gazebo. "Beta Paul," I said, and he looked at me. "Olivia

James. Oliva brought my order and Paul's order first because it was the quickest. We requested beers while the others requested cocktails. "Please bear with the bartendender. Your drinks will soon be ready," Olivia said with a professional smile and bent to open my beer. My eyes travelled to her cleavage, and in those brief moments, we both reached to hold the bottle so she could open it. My hand was over hers, and she looked at me. I let my hand linger a bit, making her uneasy before I pulled it away. I did not know what was happening to me, but I was giddy. She opened my drink and opened Paul's drink. "You are here to serve the drinks, not seduce men," Emily cautioned her, and Olivia bowed her head. I bet she wouldn't have behaved the same if her job did not depend on it. The Olivia I knew wasn't a pushover. "I am sorry you feel that way. That was not my intention at all." Olivia said, and Emily hissed at her. "You can flirt with your friend, but if you look at my man again, I

James. I lay on my bed after I had showered. It was my day off, and I intended to enjoy the party I was throwing. All my friends would be present, and I was grateful that Emily wasn't around. Being with her was becoming more difficult, and Chloe's pressures were not helping either. All I could think of throughout my shower was Olivia's red hair and green eyes. The girl was a beauty, and I felt attracted to her. I had been attracted to her from the first time I saw her, which was why I did not want her around me. I did not want to be distracted. I was already committed to someone else and did not want to break Emily's heart, but it was getting more complex. I knew I should stop thinking of her, but I couldn't. She was well-behaved and adorable. I would believe she was innocent and naive if I did not know about her past. The pull to her was strong, and I found my heart doing somersaults whenever I was around her. I would stop to watch her while she strolled in the gardens. I knew she wa

Olivia. I had never been to the breakfast lounge before. This would be my first time there, and I was nervous. I wore a short orange cotton dress and packed my hair in a ponytail. I was anxious to the point of almost biting my nails. I doubted I would be able to keep anything down. I dreaded meeting everyone, including James, because I was pining for him in the worst way possible. He was like that forbidden fruit that I wanted to bite. When I arrived there, I was scared; Emily sat next to James, Chloe was with her husband, and a seat was reserved for me next to Paul. Paul smiled at me, and I nodded. I went to sit next to him. "Good Morning, Alpha James, Alpha Chloe, Beta Paul," I said and did not know how to address Emily and David because I did not know their titles or last names. They weren't my friends, so I could not address them by their first names. "Are you being selective?" Chloe replied, and I shook my head immediately. I did not want to offend anyone. I was a guest in the