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OLIVIA’S POVBehind me, my mother stepped forward, watching my expression closely.“Yes, I did,” she said with a warm smile. “I got it customised just for you.”I blinked, taken aback. My throat tightened. “For once, I thought that it was…” I trailed off before I could finish, catching myself too late.Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone shifted—not unkind, but knowing. “That it was from Dominic?”I gave a soft, embarrassed laugh and nodded. “Yeah, I guess.”She sighed and moved closer, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “And why would you think something like that?”I turned toward the mirror again, watching the conflicted expression on my own face. “Because he did this before. Once,” I said softly. “Took me shopping. Picked a dress that matched my eyes… called me beautiful like it was the only truth that mattered. For a moment, I believed him. He made me feel like I was the most amazing woman in the world.”My voice cracked. “And then he shattered it like it never meant anyt

OLIVIA’S POV“I don’t think we’ve met before…” I tilted my head, studying his chiseled features, “or have we?” My brow furrowed. “I feel like I’d remember such a charming face.”His smile widened, slow and deliberate, and it lit up his already handsome features. “Well, thank you for the compliment,” he said, a teasing edge in his tone. “You really think I’m charming?”“Huh—what?” I blinked, suddenly self-conscious. Had I said that out loud?His low chuckle rolled over me like a warm breeze. “No, Olivia,” he said, eyes gleaming with amusement. “I can’t hear your thoughts, but… it’s written all over your face. You’ve always been easy to read.”My mouth fell slightly open, and a hot blush rushed to my cheeks. I quickly averted my gaze, horrified. He knew I was flustered. I’d always hated how expressive my face was, how easily people could read every emotion I tried to hide—but the way he said it… it wasn’t mocking. It was… fond.He laughed softly again, the sound like something from a ha

OLIVIA’S POVThe moment the lights went out, the grandeur of the ballroom vanished in an instant.One second, there was the dazzling shimmer of chandeliers, music, and laughter… and the next—darkness. A void so complete it stole the breath from my lungs.Gasps erupted across the room, followed by shrill cries and the sound of chairs scraping against the marble floor. Fear crackled through the air like a live wire, infectious and wild. The once elegant event had been reduced to chaos within seconds.My heart pounded violently in my chest, instinctively bracing for what I couldn’t see. And then—I felt them.Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, firm and grounding.Dominic.“I’m here. Don’t be scared,” he murmured, his voice low and steady against the shell of my ear. His familiar scent—earthy pine and something darker, uniquely his—washed over me, soothing my trembling body before I could even understand why.The way he held me, like I was the most fragile thing in the world… it se

DOMINIC’S POVOnce I calmed Evelyn down and saw her safely off the dance floor, the ballroom lights finally flickered back to life. The brightness illuminated a scene of chaos—dozens of shaken faces, scattered chairs, half-finished meals, and murmurs spreading like wildfire.The atmosphere was thick with unease.“Are you feeling okay now?” I asked and looked if she was really fine.“I am, now that you are here with me,” she said with a smile and kept her hold firm on me. I wanted to check on others too. But Evelyn needed me right now.Many of the Lunas were pale, trembling, holding onto their mates. Others were glancing around anxiously, as if fearing another sudden blackout.I strode to the center of the room, joining the other Alphas as we tried to take control of the situation. I raised my voice, confident and calm. “Please remain composed. We suspect it was a minor technical issue. You all are safe. Everything is under control now.”Even as I spoke the words, I didn’t believe them

OLIVIA’S POVWhen I woke, the first thing I felt was the pounding ache in my head. My body was stiff, weak—every breath was a struggle. I blinked through the dim, musty light, and my eyes adjusted to the space. Cold concrete walls. A flickering light above. Chains.And her. That only familiar face that I didn’t want to see right now with something sadistic glinting in her eyes.Evelyn.She stood before me like a ghost from my worst nightmares—elegant, poised, and grinning like a serpent who had finally swallowed its prey. She lit a cigarette and instead of taking a puff, she embedded the burning end of it into my skin."Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty," she drawled, arms crossed as she eyed me with mock sympathy. "You’ve been quite the handful, you know. I expected you to break sooner."My mouth was dry. I tried to speak, but only a rasp escaped. She crouched in front of me, brushing my hair back with mock tenderness."You should see yourself," she whispered. "You look pathetic and I a