Chapter 57

Olivia Martins

He was standing there.

Shirtless. Barefoot. Silent.

“Caspian!” I gasped, arms shooting up to cover myself, the cold air prickling my skin.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. His gaze felt like a brand.

He leaned against the doorframe like he owned the damn world, and maybe he did. The mist had clung to him, beading on the dark hair of his chest, highlighting the ridges of muscle across his stomach. He looked like he’d just walked in from the wild. Raw. Untamed. His eyes were unreadable, hooded, and trained directly on me. Not a word. Just… watching.

“What the hell, Caspian? You shouldn’t be here!” My voice came out weaker than I intended.

He didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.

A smirk tugged at his mouth, a flicker of something dangerous. “It’s my pack, my house… my shower.” He said casually, the words a low rumble that vibrated through the small space. “I can do whatever the fuck I want.”

God, he was infuriati