Chapter 23

Olivia Martins

I couldn’t breathe.

Not in that hallway, not in that house, not in this pack.

The image of Caspian kissing her—Bridget—was seared into my memory, playing on a cruel, endless loop behind my eyes. Every time I blinked, it was there. Her arms around him. His hands in her hair. The same hands that once held me like I was everything.

I should’ve known. I did know. Deep down, I think I always did.

I stumbled into my room, barely able to keep myself upright as I closed the door behind me. My legs gave out before I made it to the bed, and I slid to the floor, pressing my back against the door. The silence of the house wrapped around me like a suffocating fog. It was quiet—too quiet. Like even the walls knew what I’d seen. Like they were waiting for me to finally admit the truth I’d spent so long denying.

He was never mine.

Not really.

I curled my arms around my knees, burying my face as the sobs came hard and fast, rippin