Oliver's POV
Fuck.
The moment my lips crashed against hers, I knew I'd lost. Every wall I'd built, every bit of distance I'd tried to maintain as Alpha Oliver or Dom Raymond, crumbled. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be touching her. But seeing her broken and bruised because of a mistake in my world had snapped something inside me.
I expected her to slap me. I expected her to fight. But then, I felt her fingers tangle into the hair at the nape of my neck. She was pulling me closer. She was kissing me back with a desperate, heartbreaking hunger that nearly brought me to my knees.
My wolf howled in triumph, a primal, possessive growl vibrating in my chest. It felt so goddamn good. Knowing she hated Raymond, and yet she was melting into me—it was a drug I couldn't quit.
Then, as quickly as the fire had started, she doused it.
