#oliver-dash

A sigh was released from the young girls mouth as she turned off her car, the stereo of the vehicle blasting metalcore. She plopped back into her seat, taking a moment before class to write an entry in her diary, wanting to get her thoughts onto paper.

It wasn’t a smart move to bring the diary to school, but she needed an outlet. The teachers and the staff at her school were no help at all when it came to assisting with the bullies, especially when it came their star athlete and head cheerleader, Oliver Dash and Grace Klein, the banes of her very existence.

Her first class, English, her favorite subject was spent being as far away from the boy as possible. He loved messing with her the most, always calling her the “goth freak”, wanting to correct him. The way she dressed was more punk than goth but whatever. It wasn’t worth the time or energy.

The thing that bothered her the most was that he wasn’t hard to look at. Hell, any time he had her pinned to a wall with his frame alone, she felt like submitting and she hated herself for it. There was one time he crossed the line, gripping her chin to make her look up at him, his hand going down to her neck. His buddies made sure she paid for the bloody noise she gave him. She was grateful for her healing ability, but that made the whole football team look at her oddly when she came back the next day with nary a scratch.

She didn’t know what he had planned, but she certaintly wasn’t about to find out, especially with his little friends watching the two of them so closely.

Finishing up her entry, she turned the stereo off and got out of her little yellow volkswagen. She knew how to get around the building, knew how to avoid being seen or heard. She kept her eyes down but her defenses up in case any of those fucks came to sneak up on her.

Give an a deep exhale, the girl having held her breath the entire way to class, she sat in the far back right hand corner from the door. Grateful that Oliver was, usually, late to class. Rumor had it he was always in the gym locker room having his way with a girl that gave herself so willingly to him.

The young blond groaned softly as she woke in her lush bed. She groaned, remembering that she has school today then sighed.

Her mother had a bunch of new outfits for her, wanted her to dress like a lady, but she preferred jeans and t-shirts. Dresses were for events, and there was no real event today. Not really.

She came downstairs, her boots thudding against the marble as she did so. Romy was tall, slender with a great body that made other women hate her. Her hair was brown, long and wavy, her pale skin accentuated by that fact. She grabbed a muffin, kissing the top of her sister’s head before taking a bite and lounging into a seat.

“I told you to wear that dress I bought you.” Olivia snapped, commenting on her outfit.

“And I told you I didn’t want to. I’m much more comfortable in my jeans. I’m not you.”

“Clearly. I’m sure if you wore that skirt you would be all spread eagle for the boys to have you.”

“Well, it’s much more fun being a prude.”

Olivia slammed a fork into the sink that she had been cleaning. “That’s enough!”

Romy chuckled, she loved pushing her mother’s buttons. They rarely got along. She stood, the 5′8′ girl walking up to her mother, leaning on the sink. “Maybe while we’re away, you should get your vibrator, you’d stop being so tense. Come on sis, time for school.”

Laya was incredibly grateful for the life she had created with her husband, Oliver. They had known each other for so long, and being soulmates...well, she was grateful that he was so perfect for her. 

Some soulmates to those in her clan were questionable at best. She was surprised to know that others weren’t as faithful as Oliver was to her, and her grandparents to each other. 

She smiled over the dining room table as she fixed up everyone’s lunches, including the two new additions in their home: Daniel and Sophia. 

She loved her little family, but she had to admit it was hard work. She was grateful for being able to be a housewife, and even more grateful that Oliver and her kids helped out when she needed it. 

Laya giggled as Hope cooed at her, reaching out for her. “I’ll pick you up in a little bit my darling. I just have to finish up, alright?” 

Laya couldn't stop the smile on her face if she tried. It was the cutest thing watching Oliver play with the baby of one of the women in her clan.

The baby was happy and squealing in his arms, the mother of the child, Dana, was beaming as she watched them interact. Only moments ago the child was screaming for dear life and poor Dana had tried everything. That's when Oliver had offered his help and the baby was happy.

Seeing him like this, well, it stirred something deep inside of her.

A need.

They had been married for a year now, and he was part of her family, a prince alongside her.

Yes, now it was time to make a family.

Alphas, Betas, Omegas.

They were a thing in her world, as well as soulmates.

It was rare to find your soulmate from the other clan, because of that, Laya's parents, especially her mother, was not happy about the arrangement that led to her birth.

Her mother had been claimed by her father, much to her own protest.

But her mother loved her with all her heart.

The constant arguing though, well, it finally came to a head when her mother ripped out her father's heart.

Her mother wasn't tried, and now she lived happily with her new soulmate, who was a Phoenix this time. And Laya was blessed with her siblings. She loved them dearly.

Even though they were all royalty, Laya was the first born, so she was next to inherit the clans. She was grateful that didnt cause any uproar from her stepfather and half siblings. Her little brother, Elijah, was almost always at her side, learning alongside her. She loved him dearly.

She smiled as his servant, Oliver, came to bring him snacks during their study session. "Thank you. He was starting to complain about his stomach." She reached over, taking a piece of green apple and biting into it.

"Hey! That's mine!"

"Oh, it's just one piece. You'll be fine."

Something in the air tonight felt perfect for a show. Sure, the band always booked these far in advanced and toured around the country to do so, but there was something truly special about tonight.

She couldn’t put her finger on it. 

Erika, Felix and Joshua were her little team. Always supporting her. She was grateful for them. If it wasn’t for them she wouldn’t be living her dream of being a musician. 

They band, Burning Phoenix, were received very well to the public. They hadn’t signed to a label yet as they were quiet hesitant to do so. They wanted to continue with their creative freedom. 

Laya had just finished setting up their merch booth, stretching as she looked over it, making sure it looked good. There was one band she had worked with before, but the other she had heard of. They were doing well and she was excited to see them. Tonight was an exciting night. 

The girl...no woman, practically sauntered up the the little bar on the pier. She needed this vacation. She needed to get away from everything back home. All of the proposals, and the almost near constant fights with her own family.

“We can’t let you run this on your own. You need to marry.” they would say.

The fact that they adored her but couldn’t be bothered to give her her right was irritating to say the very least.

But she didn’t want to think about that, not now. She didn’t want to think about how she had been married before, to her soulmate. How he took his own life in his regret of almost killing her during their mating. They had planned their life together then.

She was finally content with herself by the time they had wed. Her madness was gone, and she was calm. “An affliction of being a daughter of both clans” they said. The one before her was like that too, but her madness came back and she, too, took her own life. They all believed that Laya was a reborn soul of her.

She sighed to herself, before taking a sip of her cocktail. She took another deep breath, but enjoyed the salty air that the breathed in. She was happy to be here, but it was lonely at times.

Carey walked through the door after offering the password. It’s times like this that his powers and heightened senses of hearing really paid off. He came here often, but the password changed. He was slowly working his way through rescuing as many women as he could from this sex trafficking ring.

But in order to save them, he had to use his own funds. That wasn’t an issue as he had enough to get by. He grabbed a drink at the bar, and sat at a table, alone. He had to make sure that he looked and acted the part.

The bidding had already been underway for awhile, but the next girl would be his to rescue.