(Olivia’s POV)
He closed the distance between us, his hands reaching out to grip my shoulders. His touch was firm, grounding, but not aggressive. "Olivia," he said, his voice quiet but deliberate, "you are my wife. My alpha. My everything. I would never let anyone come between us."
I tilted my head, studying him, searching for any hint of deception in his eyes. They were sincere, raw with emotion, and something inside me softened, just a fraction. "Then prove it," I demanded, my voice a low growl.
For a moment, he didn’t respond, just stared at me, his grip tightening ever so slightly. Then, slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine. "I will," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin. "But you have to meet me halfway."
My heart pounded in my chest, my
