Olivia POV
Inside the room I would be sharing with Alpha Damien, I went over and sat on the couch. My heart hadn't stopped racing since I saw them. Lennox. Levi. Louis.
It took everything in me not to run into their arms, to scream that it was me—that I wasn't dead. That their Olivia was standing right in front of them. That I was here.
Alive.
But I didn't.
Maybe I was a coward.
Maybe I was just… too scared.
They looked broken. Shattered. The weight of my supposed death was clearly taking a toll on them, and it crushed me.
Across the room, Alpha Damien walked in and sat on the bed directly in front of me. I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't look at him. I didn't want to. I hated this man—hated him with every ounce of breath I had left.
And God help me, if someone handed me a knife right now, I wouldn't hesitate to drive it straight into his chest.
"Impressive," he said casually. "What you did down there. Keep it up. We'll be leaving soon."