Olivia sighed, sinking deeper into the cushions. "Not great," she admitted. "We’re always fighting. And then there’s his mother."
Helen winced.
"You have no idea." Olivia groaned. "She hates me. Like, seriously hates me."
Helen’s eyes widened with concern. "What did she say?"
"She made it pretty clear that I’m not good enough for Asher. Or for the pack, for that matter. Apparently, I’m a huge liability." Olivia rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the frustration in her voice.
Helen bit her lip thoughtfully, then leant closer. "Okay, forget about his mum for a second. What about Asher? Do you like him?"
"Do I... like him?" She repeated it as if the concept were foreign. She cast a quick glance over at Asher, who was now helping Cade with something he had broken.
"I... don’t have a choi
