Olivia's POV
His eyes flicked between us instantly—me standing rigid with my arms folded and Selene clutching her reddened cheek, tears pooling on her lashes. "She slapped me," Selene whispered hoarsely, her voice shaking as if she'd been holding back sobs. "Your fiancée told me to leave, and when I hesitated… she hit me."
Frederick's gaze snapped to me, sharp and unreadable. For a moment, silence hung in the air, broken only by Selene's shallow, trembling breaths. I didn't flinch. I didn't deny it. I decided to play along.
"Yes," I said evenly, my chin lifting. "I told her to leave. And I slapped her."
The tension thickened; Frederick's eyes narrowed as though he couldn't quite believe my bluntness. Selene's lip trembled as she looked at him, playing her part perfectly. And there I stood, my wolf pacing inside me, daring him to decide whose side he was really on.
