Chapter 32

Olivia’s POV

As I went back to the bar stand, I couldn’t concentrate all day at work. My mind kept drifting to what had happened between Alpha Enzo and me in his private room. I couldn’t seem to get it out of my head.

Frustration clawed at me. Damn it! The words slipped out, but they didn’t ease the restlessness inside. Concentration was impossible. Every time I tried to focus on my work, I felt it—the ghost of Alpha Enzo’s touch on my thighs, as if it had branded itself into my skin.

His hands had stirred something in me, something foreign and overwhelming. I wasn’t used to this—I wasn’t used to feeling so… out of control. It had been just a fleeting moment in his room, a brief touch, but it left a mark that refused to fade.

I tried to ignore it, to pretend it didn’t matter, but my body wasn’t listening. The memory of his fingers tracing my skin haunted me, and I hated how much it lingered. My thoughts kept circling back to him, to that touch, twisting me up inside.

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