Olivia's POV
Alpha Enzo remained composed, but I could tell he wasn’t himself. I could see through him—or perhaps I was wrong.
“Olivia, you should be happy. This is what you wanted, right?” he said, his eyes fixed on me as if daring me to say otherwise. But I couldn’t say a word. I hated myself. I hated myself for feeling this much pain. I hated myself for not taking the chance to kill him when I had it. I hated myself for falling in love with him.
Yes, I was in love with him, and despite knowing it for so long, I had refused to accept it. But today, I was admitting it. I was in love with this beast—my parents’ killer.
Alpha Enzo slowly stood up from his seat and glanced at me one more time. “When you sign your part of the agreement, you can send it over to me. And for your internship
