Olivia POV
After Heather left the kitchen with her son, I turned back to my plate. Picking up another piece of my sandwich, I go around the kitchen island to sit back down on one of the barstools. I take my time chewing and try not to look at Elliot. Still weird not to call him the Alpha.
‚What was that?‘, Celia growls.
‚I don’t know what you mean. ‘
‚Of course you do. Quit trying to lie to yourself. Being so close to him felt right. You smiled, for goddess sake. For a long time.’ She is angry with me, and I get why.
What just happened, or almost happened, was what I wanted. And I hate myself for it. I had my mate, my chance at happiness, and the Alpha has one out there as well. Maybe it’s one of the many she-wolfs he sleeps with. That thought stings a little, and I try not to think a
