Olivia's POV
"I'm leaving, Olivia," Levi whispered, his voice cracking. "I'm going away for at least a year. I need to be away from the pack, away from the warmth of you... It's the only way I can pay for the time I stole from you and Lennox."
"No!" I cried, grabbing his arms. "Levi, you have been forgiven. Please, why can't you let this guilt go? I know you think you don't deserve this happiness, but you do. We need you here. The babies need you."
But Levi just shook his head, tears streaming down his face. "I can't look at myself in the mirror, Olivia. I—"
Suddenly, the heavy bedroom door was kicked open. I frowned, my heart leaping into my throat. No one ever entered our private rooms without knocking. Before we could even process who it was, Annabel marched in. Her face was twisted with a crazy, terrifying hatred. In the blink of an eye, she raised a gun and pointed it directly at my chest.
"No!" Louis roared.
