Olivia's POV
I stood there, my heart thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird. I had spent all morning preparing this. I hadn't told the boys yet; I wanted my three Alphas to have this moment first. They deserved to feel the joy of a new beginning after so many years of looking at death.
As I walked into the study, the three of them looked up from a mountain of pack maps and legal documents. The air in the room was usually so serious, but their faces softened the second they saw me.
"Olivia," Louis said, his voice deep and instantly concerned. He stood up to help me with the tray. "You shouldn't be on your feet cooking. You were still pale this morning. You're supposed to be resting."
"I'm fine, Louis. Better than fine," I said, a mischievous spark in my eyes. I set the tray down on the massive oak desk, covering their paperwork. I had placed three identical plates on the tray, each covered with a silver dome.
