Olivia huffed in frustration, the metallic clink of the handcuffs echoing through the otherwise silent room. She was still tethered to the bed, the thick, plush comforter swirling around her like a dreamy cloud, a stark contrast to the cold reality of her situation. Each futile wiggle only served to tighten the cuffs against her skin, a reminder both of her precarious predicament and of the exhilarating pull of the man who had done this to her.

Damien. The very thought of his name sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a spark of excitement that clashed violently with her frustration. She shouldn't be thinking about him like this—her situation was absurd, and yet, she could still vividly recall the way his lips had danced against hers, igniting a wildfire of sensations she had never experienced before. Every kiss felt like an electric current surging through her, awakening something long dormant, something she couldn't quite name.

With a sigh, Olivia leaned back against the plush pillows, her heart racing not just from the thrill of being confined but from the memories of Damien's touch. She bit her lip, contemplating the strange duality of her emotions. How was it possible to feel such desperation for freedom and yet an equally profound longing for the man who had put her in this position?

The room was dimly lit, shadows playing at the corners and creating an intimate cocoon around her. She blinked slowly, taking in the scents of leather and sandalwood that clung to the air—definitely Damien's doing. It was intoxicating, making her heart gallop like a wild horse, a mixture of fear and thrilling anticipation rattling her senses. She had no memory of her old life, no recollection of who she had been before, yet here she was, inexplicably drawn to a man who had taken her hostage in a world she didn't understand.

What was it about him that made her weak in the knees? The way his dark hair fell into his eyes, the intensity of his gaze, and the smirk that often played at the corners of his lips—it all seemed designed to disarm her, to lure her into a sense of safety despite the fact that she was literally bound to his whims.

She swallowed hard, her emotions swirling like a tempest. A part of her wanted to resist, to claw her way back to the freedom she couldn't remember. But another part—one that was growing louder by the moment—whispered tantalizing promises of a new life filled with excitement, passion, and the kind of danger that set her blood alight. What if this life wasn't so bad after all? What if she could let go of the past she couldn't even recall and embrace the present with all its chaos?

As if summoned by her thoughts, the door creaked open, and Damien stepped inside, a silhouette framed by the soft glow of the hallway light. He paused, his expression a mixture of surprise and amusement as he caught sight of her trying yet again to wiggle free from her bonds. "Having fun?" he teased, his voice smooth as silk, wrapping around her like a warm embrace.

Olivia rolled her eyes, trying to muster a glare but failing miserably. "You could at least give me a little more freedom," she shot back, though her heart raced at the sight of him. The way his lips curled up at the corners made her forget the chains that bound her—and the very fact that they were there only heightened her anticipation.

He stepped closer, his gaze sweeping over her like a caress. "Where would the fun be in that?" His tone was playful, yet there was an underlying seriousness that made her shiver.

She could feel the heat radiating off him, the magnetic pull between them palpable in the air. "Fun?" she echoed, her voice softening. "Is this really fun for you?"His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned over her, their faces inches apart. "You have no idea." He brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her skin, igniting a trail of warmth that made her forget the constraints of the cuffs.

In that moment, the conflict within her surged to the forefront. Should she be angry? Afraid? The memory of her past tugged at her like a distant, fading echo. But in his gaze, she saw something else—something intoxicating, something that whispered of adventure and passion yet to come.

"I don't know what my life was like before," she said, her heart racing as she surrendered to the pull of his presence. "But right now, I'm starting to think maybe this isn't so bad."Damien's smile widened, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "Oh, Olivia," he murmured, "you've only just begun to discover how thrilling it can be."

Her heart pounded in response, the thrill of the unknown filling every inch of her being. And as he leaned down, capturing her lips once more, she couldn't help but think—maybe being tied to Damien wasn't just about being restrained. It was about being set free in ways she had never imagined. Damien decides it's time to uncuff Olivia from the bed. Just as he reached for the cuffs, the door swung open, and Liam stepped inside. Damien froze, caught in a moment that felt like an eternity. Liam's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and amusement flickering across his face. "Whoa, wrong time to play intruder," he joked, raising his hands in mock surrender.

As soon as Olivia was released from the cuffs, she instantly pointed a finger at Liam while threatening to kick his ass if he did that again. Liam just laughed in amusement. He reached forward, wrapping his hand around her throat, not enough to hurt her but just enough to get her attention. Olivia instantly grew silent and looked directly into Liam's eyes. In a deep voice, Liam whispered, "I will tame that fire, little one. Even if it takes me the rest of our lives." Damien stood in the corner of the room, just watching his mate's reaction. He could see the shudder that ran down her spine. Even though Olivia was in shock, Damien could still tell she liked the feeling. After a few moments of silence in the room, they all decided to go downstairs into the living room. Olivia sat on the couch with Liam on one side and Damien on the other.

Liam knew that eventually Olivia would have questions. This is a lot of crazy information to process within a few days. The questions woul be asked right in this moment. Olivia took a deep breath "So you said that I am your mate but that would mean your not human, and neither is he." she said as her gaze reaches Damien. "Yes that is correct, I am not human I have a wolf, Damien isn't a werewolf though, he is a vampire" Liam explains slowly. Olivia didn't know what to think. The existence of werewolves is harder to believe than vampires. Technically a vampire is just a living dead person. I would be explained by medical science. Olivia looked at Liam "prove it" she said. A worried look between the two men passed across their face before Liam slowly stood up. As he began taking off his shirt Olivia put her hands up "ew what are you doing" Liam just laughed. Within the next few seconds Liam went from a normal looking human to a 5 foot wolf standing on all four. A small amount of fear enters Olivia's heart causing her to scoot back into Damien's chest. He wrapped one arm around her with one arm and rubbed her head with the other. "It okay, he wont hurt you." Liam reassured Olivia. She slowly reached a hand out to touch the wolfs chest. One her skin makes contact the wolf begins to wag his tail. It took a few moments for Olivia to get comfortable. Once everyone had finally excepted the fact that Liam was in fact a werewolf he began to change back. Olivia looked away as she heard his bones shifting. The next time she laid her eyes on Liam he was already redressed. He took a seat next to her on the couch and placed his hand on her leg in a comfort gesture. It didn't take Olivia long to turn towards Damien while leaning on Liam. Without any hesitation Olivia said "now you."