And I really hated how his eyes were locked on mine like he could see every emotion 1 tried to hide.
For a moment, none of us said a word until he let out a tired sigh and dropped a bombshell.
“I’m sorry… okay… I should have informed you.”
I was dumbfounded… I didn’t expect the almighty Alpha Damien to apologize, but f acted like I wasn’t moved by his apology.
“You think an apology fixes this?” I asked, my frown deepening. Though, I was no longer angry. It was funny how a simple apology from him cooled me down.
“No,” he murmured.
Then, he reached out and cupped the side of my face gently.
“I think this will.”
And before I could speak….
He kissed me.
Olivia’s POV
His lips moved slowly against mine.
Warm. Gentle.
Like he knew exactly what he was doing-and exactly how I’d react.
At first, I froze-too stunned to move. But then… I melted into it.
My fingers curled around the front of his suit jacket as something stirred inside me. Something forbidden. Something I didn’t want to feel-but couldn’t stop either.
I kissed him back.
Softly at first, then deeper-like I’d forgotten how to breathe without him.
The world faded. The pain, the confusion, even the triple bond pulling at my heart… it all disappeared.
There was only this.
Only him.
But I got back to my senses, and pulled away-breathless, dazed, and confused all over again.
My chest rose and fell quickly. My lips still tingled.
Damien looked down at me with a smirk-completely unbothered by what had just happened.
“Well,” he said casually, “clearly someone needs a kissing tutorial.”
I blinked at him, my brain still trying to catch up.
He leaned down and whispered, “We’ll work on that later.”
Then he straightened up and smoothed his suit like he hadn’t just knocke of my lungs. he air out
“I’ll be downstairs,” he added, turning toward the door. “Don’t keep me waiting too. long. My girlfriend’s entrance is the most important part of the night.”
Before I could speak, he gave me one last look over his shoulder-a smug smile still on his face-
And walked out, leaving me speechless, stunned… and very, very confused about how I suddenly felt.
The moment the door clicked shut, I let out a shaky breath and sat back on the edge of the bed.
What the hell is wrong with me? 2
My fingers touched my lips. I could still feel his lips on mine.
His kiss was calm but powerful, like he knew exactly how to pull me apart without even trying.
And I let him. I kissed him back. Willingly. Almost desperately.
Why?
Why the hell did I let that happen?
My thoughts swirled, too fast to hold onto. I buried my face in my hands.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
It’s already hard enough dealing with the triplets.
No matter how angry I am… no matter how much they broke me… I still have feelings buried under all that pain. I hate that I do. I hate that they still matter to me.
And then there’s Gabriel.
Sweet, gentle Gabriel. Just thinking about him es my stomach twist in a good way
-like butterflies flapping their wings inside me. Like maybe he could make me feel whole again.
But now there’s Damien.
The man who kissed me like he meant every second of it.
The man who… can never really be mine.
Because deep down, I know. I know I’m just a plece in his game. A move in whatever plan he has to bring out the woman he really loves. His real mate. His lost lover.
This fake relationship-it’s all part of that game.
And yet, here I am… kissing him like I want it to be real.
I covered my face again, groaning quietly.
“This is a mess,” I whispered to no one.
I didn’t want to fall for any of them.
I didn’t ask for this. er wanted peace. I just wanted to feel normal again.
I just
The door suddenly creaked open, and I looked up.
Lolita and Nora stepped inside. Both of them paused when they saw me-my hair a mess, my cheeks probably flushed, and that black box still sitting unopened beside me.
“You okay?” Lolita asked gently.
“I wish,” I muttered, rubbing my temples.
They exchanged a glance but didn’t press me. Instead, I pointed at the box.
“I have to get dressed,” I said, forcing myself to stand.
Without a word, they moved into action.
Lolita opened the box and pulled out the dress inside. Her eyes widened, and even Nora let out a small gasp.
It was stunning.
A deep red dress made of soft silk that shines in the light. The fabric looked like it was made to kiss skin, hugging the curves without showing too much. The neckline dipped slightly-elegant, not too bold-but just enough to catch attention. The back was open, dipping low with crisscrossing straps that tied behind the waist. Simple, classy, and yet sexy.
I stared at it for a long second, and then my wolf whispered inside me.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes,” I whispered back. I have to be.
With their help, I got dressed.
Nora worked on my hair, pulling it into a soft, elegant updo with a few strands falling around my face. Lolita added a bit of makeup-just enough to make my eyes pop, and my lips match the red of the dress.
When I finally faced the mirror, I hardly recognized the girl staring back.
I looked… stunning.
“I’m ready,” I said softly.
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.