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Eventide

'The first fight would be a hunting competition, and the most honorable would win. There wouldn't be a judge; the difference between the two contestants had to be remarkable for there to be a winner.' Olivia read the words written with impeccable calligraphy by her father in the last letter and rolled her eyes deeply.

"Surely he has already spent all his creativity on a competition for the daughter who has nothing more to achieve! Hunting!? Are we going back to the Middle Ages?" She muttered to herself while snuggling better in her bed surrounded by documents.

After the drunkenness in the greenhouse, she took and analyzed the documents that were with the lawyer and brought them to her room, trying to find a measly loophole to contest, but with every page she turned, it felt as if her father was standing in front of her with a triumphant expression, saying the words: 'You’re going to do what I want, end of conversation.'

She wanted it more than anything. She wanted to marry, to be a strong, independent omega, but with a beautiful family. It was everything she had always despised.

Commitments scared her off. It was difficult for her to give herself completely to a man. She had never been in heat with an Alpha, and she was afraid of losing control of her own body due to an orgasm and submitting to acts of contempt and humiliation. That's why, when she got close to that damn heat period, she would drink inhibiting teas so she wouldn't have a sense of depraved despair like that.

As her mother died during the birth of her brother, she never had a free and spontaneous conversation about sexual affairs with anyone else. It was too intimate for her. And intimacy was the scariest thing.

"Stupid omega gene!" Olivia threw the papers to the side of the mattress and lay down on the soft pillows on her bed. For a moment, she saw the ceiling spin and her stomach churned slightly. She still felt clumsy due to alcohol. Olivia spent most of her life torturing herself for being born with a 'defect' and did not understand why she had to be born into a family that mostly had the domineering gene, Alphas.

Even their most distant cousins were Alphas. Anyone who talks about the Moore family knows that they speak of a dominant family or perhaps about how their Omega is strange, rebellious, and how they should limit her.

Years had passed before that feeling of being different at home had faded. But there were still these remnants; she could never get rid of them.

Olivia got a little startled when she heard a light knock on the window of her locked balcony. She quickly rose and went to the curtains, opening a small gap to see who it was, and then smiled slightly.

The late afternoon orange light created a beautiful contrast with Lian's dark skin. His rosy mouth seemed even rosier than usual, and he was panting, with strands of hair stuck to the sweat drops on his temples. He looked very appealing.

Olivia opened the door and swallowed nervously at the short distance between her and the boy. She felt her mouth salivate as she imagined running her tongue along his attractive and disheveled neck. 'Oh God, what were you thinking? Maybe it was the alcohol. Believe that.'

She shook her head, trying to push away those thoughts, and quickly pulled him by the arm. She glanced through the balcony, looking to see if anyone had witnessed the scene, and then closed the door and the curtains again.

"You should be at the entrance to the forest by now. The sun is going to set," she said, turning to him, confused.

"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye."

"It doesn't start with drama; it's just a night in the woods. It's not like an animal would actually hurt you," Olivia says sarcastically and annoyed.

"Everything will be different after today. I don't want things to change, but you know they will..." He grabs both hands of the girl, bringing her closer to his chest and kisses her hands slowly and secretly, and looks at her intensely as if it were a secret and leaves her in ecstasy. "I'll win for us."

"But what if... what if..." she gets lost in words, and Lian interrupts her.

"Shhh, don't worry. We'll figure it out together." He hugs her tightly, stroking her hair.

Olivia likes this protective side in Lian. It is not exaggerated and appears only at the right times. Maybe that's the main reason she likes him. He knows how to respect the spaces she always needs to have. He is patient and understands that she does not want anything serious. He mostly respects her.

Lian had a job to do in London months ago and sent a message to Olivia to introduce the city. She was fearful and found it strange to receive a message like that, but she was being positive. They talked in a bar, remembered moments, and before she realized it, she was without clothes in his bed.

A few weeks later, they were almost dating. Olivia hated these labels and ran from them whenever Lian touched on the subject. So things were uncertain, but they knew the course of that relationship. A dating.

Olivia just didn't have the guts to admit it.

She gently disengaged from the arms of the other and raised her head up, admired the boy's face for a while, and joined lips with Lian, who was a little surprised by the attitude of the girl.

The touch was light, like a simple long seal, then another, and another. At one point, they turned away and stared, seeing the contracted facial expressions and cloudy minds.

That's when they died again.

The lips brushed a little more urgent, Oliva grabbed the neck of the boy and stuck her fingers in soft hair bringing him closer, their glued mouths did not seem to be enough, nor when Oliva opened her lips more asking for more contact and Lian did not hesitating to put her tongue in a sensual and wet dance.

Those wet and juicy snaps made the girl’s skin bristle, and every second that kiss became more intense and tastier, Oliva did not even feel when her legs leaned upwards turning the boy’s waist and Lian’s hands went directly to the beginning of her thighs holding her tightly and squeezed that region leaving the air more stifling.

He walked with her in his arms and led her blindly to a piece of furniture where she could sit comfortably, he lowered the kisses a little more to the collarbone and ran his tongue all the way down that the exposed skin, delighting in the taste of Oliva’s warm skin. Lian squeezed with a certain force the thin waist of the girl who released a light moan near the boy’s ear, and this made him understand that he did not have time for this.

"I can’t right now..." he walks away and says suffering with a sore erection between his legs. The girl’s head did not work well at that time, she just wanted to feel more of that, she passes her right hand over the beat boy’s sweatshirt, pressing him with circular and precise movements, which makes Lian throw her head back and release a deep groan.

"Stay and help me finish what we started" she said with her voice embargoed and sensual, and in no time did she stop caressing as she watched the reactions of the boy who bit his lips.

"It’s late Oliva, I’ve spent a lot of time here..." he holds her hand, preventing her from continuing the movements and she sighs heavily.

"But I wanted it-"

"I don't even want to imagine my brother touching you like that. I need to win. That's the only solution," Olivia rolls her eyes, and Lian walks away, a little intrigued. "Wait, do you want him to have any advantage in the competition?!"

"What? Are you crazy?!" She wakes up from the trance of lust and feels extremely offended. "Why are you saying these stupid things?!" She gives a slight push on his left shoulder.

"I'm just trying to keep track of the situation!" he says with his voice altered but soon regrets it and softens his tone. "Listen, I promise I'll keep you away from Matteo."

"He's my friend too! I don't want to get away from that idiot, especially now that I'm going to be forced to live here again." She remembers the stupid rules she read earlier with that letter. Lian stares at her, surprised. He did not expect this. He looks away and finds the pile of papers scattered around her bed.

"I have to go."

He turns in the same direction he came from, through the balcony. Before opening the door, he holds the doorknob and stops for a few seconds. Perhaps due to excess energy, Olivia listens to the sound of wood breaking and observes what remains of the piece falling to the floor. Lian opens the sliding door, pulls back the thick curtains, and finally leaves the room, leaving Olivia alone there, sitting with her legs apart on top of the desk, with a displeased face.

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