Chapter 8

　　Olivia's POV

　　"Alpha Wilmot, why are you drinking like this?"

　　Wilmot was already half-gone, squinting at the figure in a light dress—like my usual style.

　　He laughed, tears mixing with whiskey.

　　"Is that you, Olivia? You're back."

　　Jasmine's chest tightened. She stepped closer.

　　"Alpha Wilmot, it's Jasmine."

　　Wilmot mumbled, pulling her close.

　　"You're here... I missed you so much."

　　Hot tears soaked Jasmine's neck.

　　"Alpha Wilmot, it's me—Jasmine. Let go."

　　But he held tighter, oblivious to the stares.

　　At dawn, Wilmot woke alone.

　　He barked at the Omega outside, "Where's Olivia?"

　　The Omega fidgeted.

　　"Luna Olivia... she's gone."

　　Wilmot roared in anger.

　　"Lies!" His wolf claw shattered the bedpost, pine resin slicing the servant's slave collar.

　　The Omega trembled. "Last night... when Jasmine brought you back... your mark on Luna Olivia's neck—it went out."

　　Wilmot's spine popped—a beastly sound.