Olivia’s POV
The weight of his confession crushed me as I curled into myself on the bed, my tears soaking the pillow beneath me. I wanted to scream, to break something, to unleash the storm that raged inside me, but all I could do was cry.
The moment Enzo said those words. “I’ve killed.”
The truth had slammed into me like a freight train. The images I had tried so hard to suppress came rushing back: my parents’ lifeless bodies, the scent of blood thick in the air, and the cold, empty feeling of losing everything in one cruel day.
I was right all along. He was the one.
The Alpha King. The man who had haunted my nightmares. The man who now shared my bed.
I should’ve stayed away.
But I hadn’t.
And now, I was trapped in a web of emotions I couldn’t untangle.
I sat up abruptly, wiping
