Olivia's POV
For hours, I remained locked in my room while my so-called funeral rites were taking place outside. This time, I couldn't bring myself to watch.
I didn't want to see it.
Couldn't stand to see hundreds of people mourning me… saying goodbye to a girl who was still breathing.
Who was still here.
And the question that haunted me most—whose body were they burying?
Whose lifeless form were they lowering into the ground while crying over me?
How had Alpha Damien pulled it off?
Who was this man? How could he manipulate reality so perfectly—down to the last detail?
I paced the floor, back and forth, my heart thundering in my chest. My mind kept returning to the conversation we had earlier.
He told me my mother had killed Alpha Gabriel's mother.
That's why they wanted me dead.
But when I asked more—how that happened, why my mother would do such a thing—he refused to speak. Said that was all I needed to know.
I hated that.
I hated secrets.
