Alpha Oliver's POV
For a moment, I didn't say a word. I waited for him to laugh and tell me it was just one of his ridiculous jokes—the kind I never find funny. But he didn't. Instead, he had a serious, challenging look on his face.
"I'm serious, brother," he said, as if he already knew I thought he was lying.
I scoffed bitterly. "You must be joking, Oscar…"
"I'm not. I've liked her since the night I saw her at the ball," he said.
The world seemed to stop spinning.
Not Aurora. Anyone but Aurora.
I didn't wait for him to finish. I rushed him and grabbed him by the collar, slamming him against the wall. "I will forget we shared the same womb," I snarled, my voice vibrating with a primal, animalistic rage. My eyes were no longer green; they were glowing with the gold of a wolf pushed to the edge of a kill. "I will kill you, Oscar. I will bury you so deep the moon won't find you."
My wolf snarled inside me, ready to tear him apart.
