Olivia’s POV
I couldn’t shake the unease as I sat at the long dining table, my eyes flicking over the plates and cutlery I had spent the morning arranging. The table was fit for royalty, adorned with polished silverware and a centerpiece of fresh flowers. Everything looked perfect, yet there was a tension in the air that made my wolf stir uncomfortably.
Lucien sat at the head of the table, his face unusually pale. He hadn’t said much since Nana bustled in to tell him his family was on the way. Now, his jaw was clenched, his fingers tapping an erratic rhythm against his thigh.
He was nervous.
It didn’t take long for me to figure out why. The moment the door opened, the weight in the air doubled.
Archimedes.
Lucien’s father swept into the room like he owned not just the house but the v
