Olivia's POV
I should have gone back to my room. But something inside me, that strange tug that never lied, pulled me elsewhere. Before I knew it, I was standing in front of Levi's door. There was a voice inside me whispering that I wasn't meant to be here, yet something else, something stronger, pushed me to open the door. The moment I stepped in, both Levi and Louis turned toward me. Their faces were tense, their energy off, like two wolves caught mid-argument.
"Olivia?" Levi's tone was too calm, too controlled. That alone told me everything.
I stared between them. "How long are you going to keep hiding things from me?"
Louis shifted awkwardly. Levi said nothing.
"I'm not blind," I continued, stepping further in. "You both whisper every time I walk into a room. You stop talking the second I'm near. I'm your mate, not a stranger!"
Louis exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Olivia, please, it's not like that."
