OLIVIA
Dillon walks into the bedroom just as I begin getting ready for bed.
"You're back early," I say, wrapping my nightgown around my body and tying a knot in front.
"Of course, I just needed a run," he says.
I open the closet and pull his pajamas out, handing them to him.
"You only run when you have something on your mind, what is it?"
He gets out of his clothes and gets the pajamas from me to put them on.
"It's Michael."
"What about him?" I ask.
He shrugs, walking over to the bed, "I think he hasn't always been happy about the fact that I'm the alpha of this Pack."
"You're overthinking, Dillon," I say, kneeling on the bed behind him and massaging his shoulders.
"I'd like to think like you, Ollie but he said something that had me thinking he's a threat to the Barlowe reign
