Never.
No matter what this is or how far she wants to push us…
She’s still ours. We love her.
Some guests stepped forward, smiling as they congratulated Damien and Olivia.
I stayed where I was, my hands tucked deep in my pockets, my jaw tight.
I watched her.
She smiled at them… but not really.
That smile wasn’t real.
Not to me.
Not to someone who knows her like I do.
I’ve watched Olivia grow. I know every detail about her-every little habit, every hidden emotion behind her eyes. I know the way her real smile lights up her whole face, how her dimples show when she laughs for real.
This… wasn’t that.
She was faking it. Pretending she was happy.
But I could see through it. I always could.
If she was really happy, her eyes would shine. Her shoulders would relax. Her wolf would feel at peace, not like the storm I could still feel through the bond-even if it was weaker now.
I looked down, breathing hard through my nose.
How did I not see this coming?
How did I not see her breaking before she finally shattered?
How could I be so blind?
Was it the spell? Was that what made me miss all the signs?
Or was it just me being a fool?
Because no matter what magic was on us, I should’ve known Olivia could never send those cruel, hateful letters
I should’ve felt it.
She’s not the kind of person to destroy someone like that. Our Olivia was the kindest person we’ve ever met.
Why didn’t any of us think of this?
“I can’t stand this,” Levi growled through the mind link.
I didn’t answer.
My eyes remained fixed on her.
Her arm gently hooked with Damien’s, her head resting on his shoulder like it belonged there.
She looked comfortable. Relaxed.
Too relaxed.
And for a terrifying moment, I wondered… what if this isn’t an act?
What if she’s really moved on?
What if she wants to be with him?
But that didn’t make sense.
Uncle Damien… he loved Sofia. Still does.
It’s been over three years and he hasn’t looked at another woman. He’s still broken over her.
So why now? Why Olivia?
And Olivia… can someone fall out of love and into another’s arms that fast?
No.
Something’s off. Something’s wrong.
As I tried to make sense of it, someone in the crowd suddenly laughed and called out, “So, Damien! When’s the wedding?”
Everyone chuckled. Glasses clinked. People turned toward them, waiting for an answer.
And Damien?
He just smiled. That smug, annoying smile.
“Soon,” he said, loud and clear. “Very soon.”
Then he looked straight at us. Not even trying to hide it.
“Olivia just needs to reject her toxic mates first.”
I froze.
The words hit harder than a punch.
Some guests gasped. Others looked at us, expecting a reaction.
A few even nodded, like they agreed.
My chest burned, my wolf snarled inside, but I still didn’t move.
Then the music changed-something slow, soft, romantic.
Damien turned to Olivia and bowed a little.
“Dance with me?” he asked, offering his hand.
Olivia hesitated for a second. Then she placed her hand in his… and he pulled her gently toward the center of the room.
The lights dimmed slightly. The crowd stepped back, giving them space.
And then they danced.
Right there in front of everyone.
He held her close, one hand on her waist, the other wrapped around her fi
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She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her.
The whole room watched. Silent. Mesmerized.
Even us.
I didn’t breathe.
Because in that moment… it didn’t look fake.
It looked real.
As eyes away. our danced, I couldn’t tear my
Damien moved like he owned her. Like she belonged to him.
His hand slid lower on her back… lower still… until it boldly cupped her ass.
My wolf snarled so loud in my head, I thought I’d lose control right there.
The crowd gasped.
But Damien didn’t care.
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.