Chapter 2. My Stepfather?

When I had gotten the letter from the pack’s Luna, a part of me had desperately hoped that it was some prank and that she wouldn’t make it. After all, I had spent thirteen years waiting for her to walk through these same doors. 

Yet, she had ended up coming. 

I heard a low rumbling sound, and I looked out of the window; I saw a black BMW. I raised my eyebrow in surprise. That was my mother's ride? Where on earth did she...

The car outside honked its horn, and I knew my time here was up. 

Still holding the jar with my dad's ashes, I dragged my suitcase out of the door. 

My mum finally stopped honking as I walked up to the car with my suitcase.

"I don't even know why you even bother carrying those ashes. Your hands are all dirty. Could you not get them on my seats? They're Italian leather."

I scoffed angrily. How dare she?

"You're unbelievable! How could you say that about Dad?!"

She rolled her eyes and gave me a pointed stare. "Do you even know how much Italian leather costs?"

I was dumbfounded, but she couldn't care less.

"For the record," I said in a grim tone. "I am only tagging along because Dad would have wanted me to. I'd rather be dead with him than go anywhere with you." 

“That would have been better, Liv,” she mumbled and turned away.

If I had expected that anything would be different after thirteen years and a new ride, I was awfully wrong, and Nicole was in a hurry to let me know.

“Driver, step on it. I have things to do."

The driver started the car, and then we sped away, leaving my old life, house and everything I have ever known behind.

02: A Stepfather?

"How long is this ride?" I asked, turning back to the window. It felt like we had been driving for hours. 

The scenery was lovely. There were lots of flowers and beautiful trees, and the grass was lush green. Soon, we pulled up in front of a large mansion, and its grandeur took my breath away. 

"I forgot to mention that your stepfather is the Alpha of this pack. He owns this place," my mom said, brimming with pride, and I resisted an eye roll. 

Before I could say anything else, the driver opened the door, and she stepped out. However, I remained in the car, boiling with anger as my shock vanished into thin air. 

This explained everything. 

She was such a gold-digger! She had abandoned Dad and me all these years to marry some old, rich Alpha. 

My stomach churned in disgust at my mother. Suddenly, the door opened, and the driver stood beside it.

"Miss Olivia, do you need help with your bags?"

 "No," I said, coarsely. "I can sort myself out."

I got out of the car, hoisted my suitcase out, and kept my dad's ash jar firmly tucked under my arm. I walked to the front door and saw my mother waiting for me.

"I see you finally got out. I was starting to think that the magnificence of this place had rendered your little legs paralysed." 

Her voice was haughty and arrogant, and I felt my cheeks burn hot with fury. 

We walked inside and were face to face with a giant golden staircase. I was taken aback. 

This house was huge! Maids walked by my mother and me, greeting her as ‘Luna', and each time I heard it, I felt my insides boil hotter, and sadness washed over me.

I couldn't believe she had been here all this time, basking in all this wealth while we struggled daily to get by. 

The sound of hurried steps echoed, and Mom turned to me and whispered harshly.

 "Get out of here. The maids will show you to your room."

I raised an eyebrow and folded my arms defiantly.

"No."

"I'm warning you, Olivia. And keep your voice down."

I scoffed.

"Last I checked, this house belongs to your boo thing, not you. I need him to say it if he doesn't want me here. And I hope he says it so I can get out of here." 

Every nerve in my body tingled with electricity as the steps got closer. What was happening to me? With my heart thumping against my chest, I turned to look at the staircase.

Every thought cleared from my head as I looked at him. My heart skipped a beat, and every step he took towards us made me feel like I could not breathe or look away from the perfection that he was. 

Built like some Greek god, the man walking down the staircase looked like he had walked out of some human magazine cover, and I felt myself melt under his dominance as soon as he was in front of me. 

His aura made my body shiver with pleasure, admiration and awe. 

"Alpha André, good afternoon.” My mom spoke up, and it was only then that I noticed that every other head was bowed except mine. 

Wait, Alpha? My eyes widened as I did the maths. This was her new husband?

He was the last thing from an old, rich Alpha, and I was struggling to pull my eyes away from him. 

How on earth did he end up with someone like Nicole? 

Ignoring Nicole, his eyes fell on me, "who is this?”

03 - A Private Dinner With Him?

Olivia's POV 

“Who is this?” 

His deep, sonorous voice resonated throughout the room, and my body tingled to the sound. I felt his green eyes wash over me in one swoop, and I instantly felt giddy while butterflies began to flap in my stomach. 

Without trying to be discreet, I checked him out properly. His hair was dark, and his muscular torso strained against his tight shirt, outlining his abs and pecs.

I felt myself drooling with desire. I couldn't explain what I felt, but a part of me was yearning for him.

His face was dashingly handsome, and my eyes trailed down to his sharp and chiselled jaw. I gawked at his soft lips and began to imagine how it would feel to kiss them…

Shocked at my thoughts, I shook my head to push those unholy thoughts away.  

But the moment my eyes met his one more time, I was stuck.    

There was no way that he was my stepdad.