Ian's POV
I’ve never seen Liam this happy before—not even when he was with his fated mate, Rolando. There’s something different about the way he looks at Olivia, something deeper, more intense.
I smirked, leaning against the doorway as I watched him. “Hey, Liam, are you turning into a love-sick puppy now?” I teased.
Liam, who was casually scrolling through his phone, shot me a glare. “Shut up, Ian,” he muttered, but the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed him.
I chuckled. “Oh, come on. You’ve been glued to her side ever since she showed up. Admit it—you’re completely gone for her.”
Liam ran a hand through his hair, sighing. “She’s different.”
“Different how?” I pressed, genuinely curious.
He hesitated for a moment before looking up at me. “She’s not my fated mate, Ian, but… she
