Chapter Twenty-Seven

Grim POV

I stare at the chess board in front of me, willing myself to play it. I always play chess when I find myself in a difficult situation; the mere act of strategising calmed my nerves, but in this situation it was not working at all. My uncle's voice kept roaming around my head without any pause.

I had to choose Olivia or Diana.

Clearly speaking, I would have chosen Diana; her father was an alpha, and he harnessed a good amount of witches who could destroy things without me stressing myself. Plus, she was a pure royalty, an additional mark to make her a queen.

Olivia, on the other side, was a bruised omega whose park killed my mom and mate, and it would be perfect revenge to let her go even though she was my mate.

But the thing is, I just can't let her go.

My anger for her, especially since the last days, particularly how she reacted when I touched her, had gradually waved off.

It has been replaced by an itching urge to find out who made her so terrified of a make-touch