Orvyn's POV
All my attempt at reaching Olive rebounded against a hard surface. She erected a wall between us, shutting me out of her head. Queen Latifah sat beside her on another chair, taking her hand in hers. My suspicion about them being related was gaining ground.
I knew Olive gave up her happiness for my sake, sacrificing our bond on the table of reason for what she thought was right. But, I knew better. I was mad at her for not listening to me. Margaret would know what to do to help.
My animal growled and howled relentlessly like a wounded wolf. The disconnection from our mate had singed his heart with a branded metal. Olive didn't spare me a glance. Her gaze dropped to her lap, fixated on her hands locked in Queen Latifah's hands. The queen mother offered her the motherly consola
