Olivia's POV
I turned… just in time to see all three of them walking away.
Something heavy dropped in my chest.
I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden wave of discomfort that washed over me. It felt like cold water had been poured over my heart. I blinked quickly, fighting the sting behind my eyes.
My wolf was quiet.
Too quiet.
But I could feel it—she didn't like what just happened.
She didn't say a word, but her silence said everything.
She wasn't happy.
Neither was I.
I shifted slightly in Damien's arms, suddenly aware of how close he still was, how his hand had just been on me in ways I never expected.
"Stop looking," Damien's voice came low beside my ear, his arm tightening slightly around my waist.
I frowned. "I wasn't—" I started, but he cut me off.
"You were," he said firmly, sounding annoyed. "Don't ruin the moment, Olivia. We have to act like the perfect couple, remember? A few members of the council are here… they can't notice you are having doubts."