Olivia’s POV
“Lucas…”
The moment I heard his voice through the phone, something inside me tightened painfully.
My father spoke quickly, almost flustered. “I haven’t made a final decision yet. I was just about to explain—”
Lucas cut him off immediately.
“Whatever Olivia did in the past, the heir can only be her,” he said, his tone firm and unyielding. “No one else has the right.”
My father tried to steady the situation. “Lucas, listen to me. If she hadn’t been so willful… if she hadn’t missed the bonding ceremony, I wouldn’t be thinking this way. And worse, she lied to us—claiming she died at the cemetery and deceived everyone. She disrupted your ceremony and made me lose face in front of the entire pack. That’s why I started to feel she wasn’t suitable to inherit the tribe.”
“Stop.”
