Olivia's POV
Her breath hitched, and her knees buckled against the floor.
She landed hard, her palms slapping against the tiles to steady herself. Anger flickered in her eyes, but she dared not raise her chin.
"Say it," Lennox ordered, his voice raging. "Apologize to her. Now."
Selene's jaw worked, grinding back against her own pride. For a heartbeat, I thought she'd refuse, consequences be damned. But then her gaze flicked up—straight to me—and I saw the pure hatred burning there.
Good, she should hate me because I hate her too.
"I'm sorry," she muttered, her words tight, laced with hate.
"Louder," Lennox snapped. His wolf was right there, riding the edge, vibrating in his chest.
Selene flinched, her lips parting. "I said, I'm sorry."
The words echoed across the kitchen, small and hollow, but still an apology.
