It was Gabriel’s scent on me.
It was still fresh on my skin and everyone could smell it. My face grew hot. I tried to stay calm and keep walking like nothing was wrong, but deep down, my stomach twisted.
And then… I felt it.
A strange energy in the air. Heavy… Wrong.
I turned the corner and saw Nora and Lolita hurrying through the hallway. Their faces were pale and serious.
“Nora!” I called out. “Lolita-what’s going on?”
They both stopped fast, then looked at each other before looking at me. That look made my chest tighten.
“Luna,” Lolita said, out of breath. “Where have you been?”
I frowned. “In the woods.”
“You didn’t hear?”
“Hear what?” I asked quickly, already scared of the answer. Nora stepped forward. “The alphas… something happened.” My heart dropped. “What do you mean something happened?”
“They were at the combat grounds,” she explained. “Training like normal. Then, all of a sudden, they started screaming in pain. Grabbing their chests like they couldn’t breathe.”
I froze. A cold chill ran through me.
“They screamed… then all three of them collapsed to the ground and went unconscious,” Lolita added. “The warriors rushed them out. They’re in their room now. The healers are with them.”
My throat felt tight. My mouth opened, but no sound came out.
What I did with Gabriel… it hurt them more than I’d thought it would.
“What room are they in?” I finally asked.
“Alpha Lennox’s,” Nora answered.
I didn’t wait. I turned and ran.
My footsteps echoed through the halls, but I barely heard them. My heart was pounding too hard. For a ridiculous reason, I was worried, scared.
Olivia’s POV
I burst into the room-and froze.
Lying unconscious on Lennox’s bed were the triplets. Three of them. Lifeless. Pale. Surrounded by healers working frantically, their brows furrowed in concentration.
My heart stopped.
The moment my presence was noticed, everyone turned to look at me except the healers, who were focused on the triplets.
Lady Fiona was the first to move. Her eyes were already wet with tears. She looked at me like I had stabbed her in the heart.
“What have you done?” she whispered, her voice shaking with grief and disbelief. She didn’t need to ask. Her tone said she already knew.
I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself-but nothing came out. So I shut it my throat. again, swallowing the lump in
Sir Damon said nothing. He Just stared at me blankly, then turned his eyes fk to his sons, his face etched with worry.
And then there was Alpha Damien.
His eyes were wild. Furious. Like a storm trapped behind them. He marched toward me, and before I could even react, he grabbed my wrist.
“Wait-Alpha Damien-” I started, but he wasn’t listening.
He dragged me out of the room with so much force I nearly stumbled. I wanted to resist, to pull away-but something told me not to. Something told me this wasn’t the time to fight him.
His rage was suffocating, burning off him in waves. He didn’t speak until we reached his room. He shoved the door open, yanked me inside, and slammed it shut behind us.
Then he turned-and suddenly pushed me against the wall.
My back hit the cold surface with a thud, and I gasped. I tried to sidestep him, but he caged me in-his arms braced on either side of my head, his body too close.
Our eyes locked, and I could see the rage in his eyes.
He leaned in suddenly, his nose brushing against my neck as he sniffed me.
His whole body stiffened.
The anger in his darkened. gaze
“Who was he?” he asked, his voice low but filled with rage.
I frowned, lifting my chin, refusing to flinch under his gaze. “None of your concern.”
He slammed his hand into the wall beside my head, making me jump. “Of course it’s my fucking concern!” he growled.
“We’re in a game, Olivia! We have a plan-a strategy! You and I-how the hell do you expect the others to believe in us if you go around fucking someone else!”
“I didn’t fuck anyone,” I snapped, my voice sharper than I meant.
He laughed bitterly. “No? You didn’t fuck him?” His lips curled, his eyes narrowing. “But you made out with him, didn’t you? I can smell him on you. His wolfis ill clinging to your skin.”
“That’s none of your business!” I shot back, shoving against his chest. He didn’t budge.
“You think I don’t know what this is about?” he snarled. “You want your payback-for what the triplets did. For all the pain. I get it, Olivia. I do. But if you’re going to get even, it has to be with me.”
I stared at him, stunned.
His voice dropped, raw and ragged. “If anyone was supposed to touch you, then it has to be me!”
My frown deepened. “What are you saying…”
“I said what I said!” He cut me off.
There was something else in his voice now. Jealousy, maybe. Or maybe I was just imagining it.
“Only I get to touch you!” he spat.
I scoffed, trying to ignore the heat rising under my skin. “That’s insane. I’m your nephews’ wife.”
“I know that,” he growled, his voice strained.
His chest was rising and falling fast, his breath heavy, his fists clenched at his sides. For a moment, he looked like he was struggling, fighting something inside himself.
“That’s the only thing stopping me,” he said, hoarsely. “That’s the only thing keeping me from turning you around right now and fucking you against this wall.”
I froze.
My lips parted, but no sound came out.
His jaw clenched, and he stepped in closer.
“You don’t get it, do you?” His voice trembled slightly, not with weakness, but restraint. “The moment I saw you standing at that auction, I thought you were the most
I’d ever laid beautiful, most goddamn sexy eyes on.”
He let out a bitter laugh.
“I would’ve sold my entire fortune, my title, everything I own, if that was what it took to have you.”
I stared at him, stunned. My throat was dry, my heart pounding like a drum.
“Don’t push me, Olivia,” he growled. “You think you’re playing some smart little game? You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off.
“Do you even know what you look like? How you walk? How you smell?” His gaze swept over me like a wildfire. “You driye me insane. And today-coming back smelling like him?”
I tried to look away, but he caught my chin gently, forcing me to meet his eyes.
“Stay away from that man. Do you understand me?” His voice was low but sharp, no room for argument. “Until this is over-until we are done playing this game-you stay the hell away from every man.”
I swallowed hard, my body tense, my chest tight with a mess of thoughts.
“Now get out,” he said, turning away from me.
I didn’t move.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.