Olivia's POV
I didn't know what to say… how to react. This was not what I expected to see from him.
I expected the cold-hearted Lord Frederick. The monster who threatened me. The man who wanted me so desperately, not because of my abilities.
Not this man.
Not this broken figure before me, whose heart looked like it had been shattered into pieces a thousand times by my great-grandmother.
And to imagine that after all these years—decades, centuries—he still loved her… it was unreal. Impossible. What kind of love was this?
A woman who had lived her life, grown old, and died… yet he still loved her as though no years had passed at all. His heart, his soul, had never moved on.
I swallowed hard, my wolf pacing uneasily inside me.
It wasn't just obsession. It wasn't just hunger.
This was love. Twisted, tragic, endless love.
I swallowed hard, my chest tight. For a moment, I imagined myself in his place.
