Olivia watched from her grand seat, hands clasped in false composure, as Jo dodged the spear meant for her heart.
A ripple of gasps tore through the ball, but Olivia didn’t flinch.
No.
This was only the beginning.
Her painted smile tightened when she heard it, her husband’s voice, low and unmistakable:
"Mate."
Olivia’s heart slammed against her ribs.
Confirmed.
Jo was the one.
The cursed bride from the forbidden prophecy.
Her blood boiled, thick with rage.
That little omega... that cursed, dirty omega... was the mate destined to ruin everything.
Everything Olivia had fought for.
But it didn’t matter.
She had been preparing for this for years.
Von shifted beside her, nervous.
Over the last few days, Von, loyal, naive Von, had rushed a handful of Dark Slayer Pack members into
