Thirty-Eight: Oliver

Oliver's P.O.V.

Breakfast was a tense affair. I tried not to let it bother me that she was still married, but it did. That was my woman, but legally she was married to another. She had vowed to love and cherish someone other than me, and that unintentional betrayal of our mate bond made me feel like my guts were being ripped out.

Once again, my soulmate had fallen in love with another man and had bound themselves to them before I even had a chance.

I went from feeling like I was nothing more than a pet to Lana, to a fool.

I stacked the food into the reusable shopping bags Lana bought on her last trip to the grocery store. We wouldn't need it. My pack would care for us, but I didn't want to leave the owner of this cabin to find rotten food the next time they showed up.

I didn't mean to, but everything I tucked away seemed to have more force behind it than it should.

Lana steered clear of me as she gathered her and Maddie's belongings. I felt guilty that she was shying away, but I