-Olivia’s point of view-
Restless, I paced back and forth within the confines of my room, grappling with the shocking outburst I’d directed at Alex. A whirlwind of thoughts churned through my mind, leaving me in disbelief at my own actions. Oh my God, isn't he going to hate me for this? How could I let anger overcome me in such a way? I was practically asking for trouble.
Alex was not just my mate; he had saved my life, sheltered me, and cared for me in ways I couldn’t have imagined. Yet, I had lashed out at him.
Sighing deeply, I looked at my trembling hands, my fingers bearing witness to the force I’d exerted in shattering Alex’s table. Regret washed over me, and I couldn’t help but criticize myself for my impulsive behavior. Damn it!
But then again, I pondered the words that had tri
