OLIVIA POV
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
My mate. In my bed. Naked. With Jaxson’s sister on top of him.
The tray in my hands slipped before I even realized it. The plates, the mugs, the orange juice—all of it crashed to the floor, splattering across the wooden boards like a scene from a nightmare.
I froze. For one long, unbearable second, I couldn’t breathe.
No. This couldn’t be happening. Not after everything. Not after I’d defended him, marked him, chosen him in front of my family.
Albert turned his head, his expression shifting from confusion to shock to—
Oh Goddess, he looked horrified.
But that didn’t matter. The image was already burned into my brain: her tangled hair, his bare chest, their bodies too close.
For one heartbeat, doubt strangled me. My father’s warning echoed in
