Olivia’s POV:
The morning air was crisp as we approached the Silver Moon Pack house. Charles waited at the entrance, his posture rigid as a statue carved from winter ice. The moment his eyes landed on Hazel beside me, something dark and possessive flashed across his face.
"Welcome back," he said, voice dripping false warmth before his gaze locked onto Hazel. "What is this... omega doing here?"
I felt Hazel tremble slightly beside me, though she kept her head high. The fear rolling off her in waves only fueled my determination.
"This is my new personal assistant," I said, keeping my voice deliberately light but laced with steel. "As Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I'm entitled to choose my own staff, wouldn't you agree?"
Charles's face darkened like storm clouds. "That particular omega h
