Olivia's POV
I teleported back into my room, my whole body heavy with anger and pain. It was one thing for others to misunderstand me, but for my own mates to think the same? That hurt deeper than anything.
I scoffed bitterly and slumped onto my bed, my silver purse slipping from my fingers to the floor. "Dicks," I spat, the word tasting sour on my tongue. My frown deepened as my chest rose and fell in sharp breaths.
I curled my knees up, hugging them close, but my wolf wouldn't stay calm. She paced inside me, restless, growling at everything—at Selene's smug face, at Frederick's rage, at the triplets' accusations.
"They should know me better," I whispered into the empty room. "They're supposed to know me."
My throat tightened, and I pressed my forehead against my knees, fighting the heat behind my eyes. I hated how alone I felt, hated how even the bond that was supposed to protect me made me feel judged instead.
