Olivia's POV
The room went silent, the air thick with anticipation. All eyes turned to me, and I felt my cheeks flush with nervousness and embarrassment.
But Callum looked unbothered. He leaned back in his chair, his smile cool and confident. "It's just a game. If you're uncomfortable, you can refuse and drink," he said, fixing his piercing gaze on me.
Lennox's fists tightened on the table, his wolf practically roaring through our bond. I could sense his jealousy, his possessiveness, and that excited me.
I could've just said no and taken the drink, ended it there. But I didn't. I wanted to get under his skin, to rattle him. Just a taste of what I felt every time he and his brother circled around Anita like she was the only one who mattered.
"I'll do it."
I stood, my heart pounding as I approached Callum. His eyes glimmered with amusement.
