Olivia's POV
"Did you fucking let them touch you?!" he roared again, louder this time... so loud I swore the walls shook with it.
I took a shaky step back, my lips trembling, my eyes wide. This was a different Calvin.
"Calvin, please—"
His fist slammed down on the table with such force, the wood cracked and splintered, a jagged line cutting straight through the center.
A maid screamed from the hallway and ran off.
Calvin's chest rose and fell like a beast barely holding onto its leash. His eyes weren't just angry—they were enraged.
"You let them touch you..." he spat, as if the very thought of it was driving him insane. "After everything they did... after what they made you suffer..."
"I didn't plan it," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "It just… happened. I was caught in the moment. My wolf—"
"Don't," he snapped, shaking his head violently. "Don't blame your wolf, Olivia. She's not stupid. You're the stupid one."
My heart sank. "I'm not defending them, Calvin."
