Chapter 90: We’ve Met
Olivia's POV
Before I could react, he walked to a large closet in the corner, pulled the doors open, and rummaged inside. A moment later, he turned around, holding something in his hands.
A plain black shirt and a pair of pants.
He walked up to me and stretched them out.
"You can shift now," he said calmly. "Put these on."
I blinked at him, still unsure.
He gave a soft chuckle, almost amused by my hesitation. "Unless you prefer to walk around naked too?"
I growled lightly, embarrassed, but took the clothes from his hand in my mouth and turned around, padding into the corner of the room.
With a deep breath, I shifted back to human form, my bones reshaping, fur pulling back, until I stood up—naked and cold. I dressed quickly, his shirt slightly oversized but soft and warm. The pants were a bit loose, but they fit well enough.
When I turned back around, he was already halfway through dressing himself. He stood in front of the mirror, pulling on a black button-down shirt over his toned chest. His pants were fitted perfectly, making him look even more powerful than he already did.
He glanced at me through the mirror.
"I didn't bring you here to scare you," he said, his voice softer now. "You looked like you needed help."
I didn't respond, still trying to understand everything.
After he finished buttoning up his shirt, he walked over to the corner of the room where a mini bar stood. I watched him quietly as he opened a cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, and grabbed two glasses. His movements were calm, controlled—like everything he did was thought through before he even acted.
He walked to the couch and set the glasses down on the table in front of it.
"Come, sit," he said, nodding to the seat beside him.
I hesitated for a heartbeat before slowly walking over and sitting down. The couch was plush and comfortable, and I sank into it slightly as he poured the wine.
The rich scent of it filled the air, and the clink of the glass as he handed it to me felt too normal for how surreal everything else was.
I took it, still unsure of everything swirling in my head.
"Are you…" I began, then paused. "Are you the Alpha of the Shadow Pack?"
He didn't even blink.
"Yes," he said simply, his voice smooth and steady.
My fingers tightened slightly around the glass. "Do you know me?"
He smiled, then let out a soft laugh, the sound deep and warm. "Yes, Olivia. I know exactly who you are."
I blinked in surprise. "How?"
"I attended your wedding," he said, turning slightly to face me. "With the triplets. I was one of the guests."
My brows furrowed. "You were there?"
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