Olivia's POV
His grip on my wrist was tight—too tight.
Pain shot up my arm, sharp and sudden, and I hissed softly. He didn't notice. Or maybe he didn't care. His eyes were filled with rage, wild and burning.
"What are we doing wrong, Olivia?" Levi snapped. "What do you fucking want?"
His fingers tightened even more around my wrist.
I frowned, pain flashing across my face. "You're hurting me," I said, my voice strained.
He didn't let go.
"Answer the damn question," he demanded, his voice loud and angry.
Something inside me snapped.
"I said you're hurting me," I shouted.
I twisted my wrist hard and yanked myself free from his grip. The sudden movement made me stumble back a step, but I caught myself. My heart was racing. My arm throbbed where he had held me.
The room went silent.
Louis stared at Levi, shocked. Levi looked down at his hand like he couldn't believe what he had just done.
I held my wrist close to my chest, breathing hard.
"Don't touch me like that again," I said, my voice shaking—not with fear, but with anger.
Levi opened his mouth, then closed it again. His face changed. The rage faded, replaced by something else. Guilt. Confusion. Pain.
"I—" he started, then stopped.
Louis ran a hand through his hair. "This has gone too far," he said quietly.
"Yes," I said. "It has."
I looked at both of them, my chest tight.
"You keep asking what I want," I continued. "But you never stop to listen. You decide things for me. You grab. You shout. You accuse."
I shook my head slowly. "That's not love."
Levi's shoulders slumped. "We're losing you," he said, his voice low.
I swallowed hard. "No," I whispered. "You're pushing me away."
Silence filled the room again.
I took a step back toward the door. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself to stand tall.
"I can't do this right now," I said. "I need space."
Levi looked like he wanted to stop me again—but this time, he didn't move.
I turned and walked out of the study.
The hallway felt cold. Empty. My steps echoed as I walked away, my wrist still aching, my heart hurting even more.
When I got to my room, I couldn't sit. Instead, I continued pacing around the room… My wolf kept growling inside my head, but I paid no attention to her.
I kept pacing the room, back and forth, back and forth.
My wrist still hurts. My chest hurt even more.
My wolf wouldn't stop growling now.
Danger, she warned.
Move. Now.
I froze.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
I closed my eyes, reaching out through the bond, through the air, through the pack itself. I felt Levi—angry, shaking, not thinking clearly. I felt Louis nearby, tense but unsure.
And then I felt Kaine. It was strange… Lennox and I were no longer mates, but why was I feeling his emotions? I had no time to dwell on that because fear shot through me.
He wasn't in his room.
He wasn't in the healer's wing.
He was moving.
Being moved.
My heart slammed hard against my ribs.
"No," I whispered.
I didn't think. I didn't plan.
I teleported.
The world twisted, snapped—and then I was there.
The holding corridor.
Torchlight flickered against stone walls. The air smelled of dirt and iron.
And there he was.
Kaine.
Two guards had his arms locked behind his back. Another stood in front of him with restraints. His face was calm—too calm—but his eyes met mine instantly.
Relief flashed there.
And guilt.
"What is this?" I demanded.
My voice echoed—deep, sharp, not fully mine.
The guards froze.
One swallowed hard. "Luna… we were ordered—"
"By who?" I asked.
I already knew.
Levi stepped out of the shadows.
His eyes were wild. His jaw tight.
"He needs to be removed," Levi said harshly. "He's causing division. This is for the pack."
Removed.
My wolf howled.
"Removed where?" I asked quietly.
Levi hesitated. Just a second.
"That's not your concern."
That was it.
Something inside me broke open.
Power rushed through my veins—hot, strange, ancient. The floor beneath my feet cracked slightly as my aura burst free, rolling through the corridor like a storm.
The guards cried out, dropping to their knees.
Chains shattered.
The torches flared.
"Kaine," I said, my voice layered, echoing. "Step back."
He did. Immediately.
The guards were thrown away from him like leaves in the wind. They hit the walls hard but were fortunately still alive.
I turned slowly to Levi.
"You do not touch what is mine," I said.
The words shook the stones.
Everyone stared.
They had not seen this side of me in a long time—since my boys were kidnapped.
Levi stumbled back, his eyes wide now—not angry anymore.
Terrified.
"Olivia…" he whispered. "I didn't—"
"You gave a secret order," I said. "After I asked for space. After you hurt me."
My power pressed down harder.
"You were going to lock him away. Or send him where I would never find him."
Silence.
Louis appeared behind Levi, pale.
"Levi," he said quietly. "What did you do?"
Levi looked at his hands. They were shaking.
"I thought…" His voice broke. "I was doing what was right… Olivia, we are losing you to this man."
I stepped between Levi and Kaine without thinking.
"This man stays," I said clearly. "Under my protection. Under my command."
The power slowly pulled back, but the message stayed.
Louis moved forward and stood before me. "Are you really serious… is this a joke?" Louis said, sounding so panicked and heartbroken.
I stared at him and felt his pain… his heartbreak… to him, it felt like he was losing me to a stranger. But he had no idea that was his brother they thought was dead.
Louis slowly took both my hands, his eyes slowly gathering tears. "Tell us what we are doing wrong, and I promise you we will do better… please."