Levi's POV
My eyes were fixed on the wall clock as the second hand ticked past 7 PM. Right on time.
I emptied the glass of whiskey in my hand, the burn doing nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.
She was in heat now.
Wherever Olivia was—she was burning. My wolf knew it. Felt it. He growled and thrashed inside me, pacing, snarling. He wanted her. Needed her. Not just for the sake of the bond—but to ease her pain.
And still—I stayed rooted in my chair.
The air around me was thick with the scent of heat. Almost every she-wolf in the mansion had gone into heat tonight, and the ones who didn't have mates were locked away in the safe rooms just down the hall. But even with the air soaked in arousal and pheromones, my wolf didn't care.
None of them mattered.
The only scent I wanted—the only one I craved—was Olivia's. That sweet blend of nutmeg and honey that used to make my wolf go still and greedy. I was trying, desperately, to find even the faintest trace of it in the air.
