Forty-Five: Oliver

Oliver's P.O.V.

I could see it clear as day in the pain etched into Nyla's face. Seeing me with Lana was actually hurting her. She felt betrayed. It was as if she were telling the truth, and she still felt the mate bond. But that shouldn't be possible.

"Nyla, I'm sorry. It's gone for me. I don't feel anything for you. There is no pull, no feelings…nothing. You still feel it?" The disbelief leaked into my tone. but the way her hands were shaking at her sides as tears silently slid down her cheek made guilt stab its way into my chest.

"Were you just about to…" Nyla whispered with shock. Her hand moved up to touch her mark, the one that had been placed by Conner.

The sensation of contact with her chosen mate's mark seemed to bring her back to reality, and she shook her head back and forth in disbelief and confusion. I watched her leave, unsure how to react or respond as she sprinted out of the room.

The sound of the pack house door slamming shut met my ears only a second later, but t