OLIVIA POV
Who was this man?
What the hell had he done to the Albert I thought I knew?
Every time I looked at him, I felt like I was staring at something untamed — not just a man, not even just a wolf — but a force of nature, dangerous, consuming, magnetic in a way that terrified me. It was like the air changed when he was near. He didn’t even have to touch me. His presence alone burned.
And that’s what scared me most — that it wasn’t fear I was feeling. It was everything else. The ache, the pull, the dizzying rush that made my stomach twist and my pulse race until I wanted to scream.
He wasn’t supposed to have this power over me.
Not him. Not Albert.
But then again, maybe I never knew who Albert really was.
This version of him — this quiet storm wrapped in tenderness and violence
