-Olivia’s point of view-
As I approached the conference room, poised to knock, an abrupt voice shattered the silence.
“You’re not allowed in there.”
My frown deepened as I turned to face the speaker, only for my expression to falter as recognition dawned. He was the one I had injured during my tumultuous arrival at the Night Walker pack, a face I couldn't quite place a name to.
Clearing my throat, an awkward tension enveloping the air, I ventured, “Why am I not allowed in there?”
“The Alpha is engaged in crucial discussions, and we require privacy. No one should be lingering around the hallway leading to the conference room, and that includes you,” he asserted bluntly with a straight face that I could tell he was still holding a grudge against me.
“But I was directed here—”
“Please
