Oliver's (Owen's) POV
I didn't need to mark her again—not physically, not in the way wolves understand—but my instincts betrayed me. I did it anyway. I marked Victoria. Claimed her once more. And the cruel twist? She still believed I was Owen.
She had no idea the man she gave herself to, the man who held her like she was the only thing anchoring him to this world… was me—Oliver.
Her body remembered me, even if her mind didn't know it. And making love to her… it was like breathing after drowning. Addictive. Consuming. A high I never wanted to come down from. I couldn't get enough of her—the sound of her voice, the way she curled against me in sleep, the softness in her eyes when she whispered his—my—name.
I wanted to stay. Goddess, I wanted nothing more than to stay.
But I couldn't.
Duty called me back. My pack needed me. They always had. And as Alpha, my responsibilities would never wait for my heart to catch up.
