Olivia's POV
A comfortable silence settled between us, neither of us speaking, simply sitting side by side.
Suddenly, Alpha Enzo grabbed one of the empty whiskey bottles, holding it up as if to see if there were any drops left.
“Maybe I should get you some water,” I offered, watching him closely.
“I’m not a child, Olivia.”
“No, but you’re acting like one.”
His eyes flashed with irritation, but I didn’t back down.
“You’re upset,” I continued. “I get it. But drowning yourself in whiskey isn’t going to solve whatever’s going on.”
He closed his eyes and exhaled heavily, as if trying to block me out. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Then explain it to me.”
He said nothing.
I sat quietly for a while, watching him. The tension in his posture eventually began to ease, but th
