Olivia's POV
My eyes widened as I struggled to wrap my head around what Alpha Damien had just said.
"Now can you move away?" he groaned, already reaching for the door.
But I shook my head stubbornly. "No."
There was no way I was letting him leave. Not until I had answers. I couldn't keep living in the dark.
"I have more questions to ask," I said firmly.
The look he gave me made it clear he was running out of patience—but I didn't care.
"Why did you kill her?" I demanded. "You killed her… just for this, didn't you? To make all this work?"
Alpha Damien's eyes darkened. An irritated frown settled over his expression.
"And what makes you think I killed her?" he asked coldly.
I hesitated.
He stepped closer, his voice sharp with anger now. "What do you take me for, Olivia? A monster? A heartless man who slaughters innocent girls for convenience? Is that how you see me?"
I didn't answer.
He scoffed, the anger in him growing deeper. "You should be on your knees thanking me."