OLIVIA POV
The look my dad and my brother gave Albert wasn’t subtle at all.
They were upset. At *him.*
But… why?
I hadn’t even done anything yet. We’d literally just walked through the gates, and already they were both glaring daggers at my mate like he’d burned the house down and salted the ashes.
I didn’t have time to dwell on it, though, because when their eyes landed on *me*, everything changed.
My father froze.
My brother… didn’t.
Oliver’s face crumpled, his lips parting in shock before he moved. One heartbeat later, I was swallowed whole by his arms.
He was shaking. I was shaking.
His scent hit me like home and heartbreak all at once — pinewood, smoke, and something distinctly *family.* I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed it until right then, until I was wrapped in it lik
