Olivia's POV
His touch was almost unbearable—teasing, slow, driving me Mad. My whole body ached with confusion. Shame. Desire. Regret.
But then—
A flash.
Levi's face. Lifeless. Pale. The way he'd looked just hours ago, lying there unconscious.
"You're still their wife." A voice which wasn't that of my wolf echoed in my head.
My breath caught sharply in my throat.
No.
I couldn't do this.
In that split second, while Damien's guard was down, drunk on the moment—my body jolted with speed. I twisted, yanked myself upright with everything I had left, and stood.
His eyes widened in surprise, hand still reaching for where I had just been.
I grabbed my gown, yanked it down, my fingers trembling as I fixed my underwear. My breath was ragged, my heart pounding like a drum.
"No," I said, barely able to get the word out.
"Olivia—" he started, his voice low, strained.
But I shook my head, taking a shaky step backward. "Don't. Just… don't."
