Olivia's POV
He didn't say a word.
He just turned and walked away.
I stood there, breathing hard, my chest tight with anger. My hand still burned from the slap. For a few seconds, all I felt was a burning rage.
Then something else crept in.
I didn't know what to call it.
Guilt? Concern? Regret?
It sat in my chest like a stone.
"You took it too far," my wolf whispered.
I swallowed.
She was right.
I had taken it too far.
And what scared me most was not that I knew it but that I felt it. Deeply. Like slapping him had been a mistake I should never have made.
Why did it matter?
He was just a guard.
So why did it feel like I had hurt something fragile… something important?
I shook my head, annoyed at myself.
Get it together, Olivia.
I turned and went inside.
The children's room was quiet when I entered. Liam was sitting up in bed, Leon and Leo beside him. They looked small. Too small for this much pain.
Liam looked up immediately.
"Mommy," he said softly.
