The shock

OLIVIA

I was boiling.

What the hell was the meaning of all this? He left me stranded in the rain… and now Mia was in his house? Doing what, exactly?

The moment I stepped into the house, soaked from head to toe, I didn’t even stop to think. My entire body trembled from anger.

I stormed into my room, yanked the wet dress off, and threw it across the floor. “Unbelievable,” I hissed. “He left me. He actually left me.”

I pulled on a pair of jeans and a loose sweatshirt while I ranted. My hands were shaking as I tied my hair into a messy bun. I didn’t care what I looked like. Not right now.

Grabbing my car keys from the dresser, I made up my mind.

I was going to his house.

As I stepped into the hallway, I almost ran into my father.

He was sitting in the parlour, still in his uniform, reading through a few papers. His eyes lifted when he saw me, his brows pulling together immediately. “Olivia? What’s wrong with you? You’re red as fire. Were you running?”

“I’m fine, Dad,” I said quickly, forcing a tight smile. “Just… just heading out.”

He frowned. “Out? In this weather?” His voice rose slightly with concern. “Where exactly are you going?”

I hesitated, then exhaled sharply. “To Logan’s.”

The look he gave me said it all.

“Olivia,” he said, his tone hardening, “you’re stressing yourself over a man who still hasn’t claimed you after two years.” He set the papers down, his eyes narrowing. “What exactly are you doing?”

I didn’t want to have this conversation… not now, not when my blood was already boiling.

“Dad,” I said softly, forcing a small, shaky smile. “Not now, please.”

He sighed deeply, shaking his head. “You deserve better than to chase someone who keeps hesitating.”

I stepped forward, kissed his cheek, and whispered, “I know.” Before he could say another word, I turned and hurried to the door.

The rain had eased a little, but the roads were still wet. I jumped into my car, gripped the steering wheel tighter, and sped down the wet road.

I dialed Logan’s number as I drove but he wasn't picking up.

“Pick up, Logan,” I muttered through gritted teeth, glaring at the phone on the dashboard. “Just pick up!”

My knuckles turned white around the wheel. I could feel my wolf stirring again, her energy rising in my veins. My eyes burned, and I could almost feel the shift pulling at me.

“Breathe, Olivia. Breathe,” I whispered, forcing air in and out of my lungs. I couldn’t lose control. Not here. Not in the damn car.

I slowed down a little, trying to steady myself. The last thing I needed was to wreck the car because Logan refused to answer my call.

When I finally pulled into his street, my heart sank a little. The lights were off in his apartment building. Only the security lamp glowed dimly near the gate.

I hit the bell and after a few seconds, one of his workers, a young guy named Theo rushed out, wiping his hands on his pants. His eyes widened the second he saw me. He bowed slightly. “Miss Olivia.”

“Where’s Logan?” I demanded.

He looked confused. “He’s… he’s not home yet, ma’am.”

“What do you mean he’s not home yet?” My tone rose. “My sister said they were here together.”

Theo blinked. “No, ma’am. He hasn’t returned since afternoon. You can come in to check if you want.”

Without waiting for him to finish, I stormed through the gate and climbed the stairs two at a time, my pulse racing. The moment I got to his door, I pushed it open… it was empty.

I hurried to his room. His bed was untouched. Everything neat, perfectly in place. “Where the hell are you, Logan?”

I pulled my phone from my pocket and called Mia. She didn’t pick up either.

My fingers tightened around the phone until I thought it might crack. Then it hit me- there was one place we used to go together.

No. No, he couldn’t have taken her to the cabin close to the woods.

My heart ached painfully.

That was our place. The only place he’d ever go when he wanted to be alone… or when he wanted to escape.

But why would he take her there?

My wolf growled. “He took her, Olivia. He took her there.”

I shook my head, swallowing hard, fighting the sting in my eyes. “No,” I whispered. “He wouldn’t.”

I slammed the door behind me and raced back to the car, the engine roaring back to life. When I finally pulled up in front of Logan’s cabin, my heart pounded. His car was parked outside.

He was here.

I slammed the car door shut and marched to the porch, barely feeling the cold night air that hit my skin. My fingers trembled as I gripped the handle and pushed the door open.

His scent hit me immediately I stepped inside. The fireplace crackled softly in the corner, throwing golden light across the room. I moved slowly toward the parlor… and then froze.

There, on the chair was Mia’s bag, and hanging near the fire was her dress.

My heart skipped. My chest constricted so hard it hurt to breathe.

Why was her dress drying by the fire?

Then what was she wearing?

A chill ran through me as I took a slow, shaky step forward. “No…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

My wolf growled low in my chest. “You know what this means,” she hissed. “You know what he’s doing.”

I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “Stop,” I whispered. “You don’t know that. You don’t…”

But my feet were already moving down the short hallway, toward the bedroom.

When I got there the door was half open, and the moment I pushed it wider… my world stopped.

My knees went weak, and for a second, I thought I might collapse right there.

Because there they were… Mia was lying on Logan across the floor, her lips pressed against his.