Chapter 75

Olivia's POV

The news slammed into me like a rogue alpha at a mating ceremony.

It was unexpected, leaving me breathless with a kind of anger I hadn't known I possessed. Declan wasn't dead. The silver and wolfsbane hadn't done their job. My carefully laid plans had failed.

A feral growl ripped from my throat, a sound more suited to a cornered wolf than a lady of my caliber. But refinement was a flimsy excuse these days, barely concealing the hunger for vengeance that dwelt at my insides.

For years, I'd nursed my resentment. Now, the truth sat on my tongue. It was a bitter pill refusing to be swallowed. He was alive, and the pack, no doubt, was celebrating their golden boy's return. The very thought of their smug faces infuriated me.

They wouldn't celebrate for long.

I wasn't the only one who felt the sting of their rejection. Others, who had been belittled also harbored their own grudges. I'd found them and fanned the flames of their resentment into a full-blown inferno.

We were for