Olivia’s POV
I tried to ignore the painful knot in my chest, but it was impossible. My imagination ran wild with thoughts of him—his hands on someone else, his lips, his control. The very idea of it made my blood boil.
As the car pulled up in front of my apartment, I barely noticed. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by the thought of Alpha Enzo at that club, probably surrounded by women, doing God knows what. I couldn’t let this go. Not like this.
I stepped out of the car, clutching the door for a moment, my mind made up. There was no way I was going to sit at home and let my imagination tear me apart. Despite the soreness in my body, I knew I needed to see for myself. I needed to confront him.
“Thank you,” I mumbled to the driver, not even making eye contact as I turned on my heels and
