Within the grand estate of the Blue Moon Pack, in the serene yet imposing atmosphere of the back garden, Olivia stood clad in a deep wine-colored gown. Her expression was austere, concealing the deep envy she had long buried. Her jet-black hair cascaded down her back like a curtain, hiding a heart brimming with jealousy.
“Max, you need to know the truth,” she began in a low yet sharp tone, her piercing eyes carefully observing his reaction.
Max stood beside her, his tall frame exuding an air of authority. His chiseled features were shadowed by the dim light, his hands clasped firmly behind his back.
“What truth?” Max’s voice was cold, his gaze filled with suspicion as he turned to face her.
Taking a cautious step closer, Olivia lowered her voice as though afraid of being overheard. “Je
