บททั้งหมดของ Revenge On The Tattooed Alpha : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Alpha Enzo's POVI couldn’t believe my eyes when I recognized George talking to Olivia. Though he tried to hide his face behind a mask, I could easily recognize him by his scent and aura. I looked at Olivia, who was staring back at me with confusion in her eyes; she seemed so relaxed for someone who had caught George's attention.“Do you know who he is?” I asked angrily.She scoffed and shrugged. “I don’t care,” she said indifferently. I glanced at her with anger. She didn’t know who George was or what he was capable of, especially with women he desired.“Stay away from him, Olivia. George is a dangerous man,” I warned, but the look in her eyes showed she didn’t care about my warnings.“You have no right to tell me who I can and cannot talk to,” she shot back stubbornly. I gritted my teeth, angered by her defiance. I hated that she was still acting so stubborn.“Do you need anything?” she asked, clearly wanting to move away from me. I glared at her, frustrated by her attitude and stub

Olivia’s POVAs 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.How could somethi

Olivia’s POV The constant buzzing of my cellphone forced me out of sleep. With a tired sigh, I reached for it, wondering who would be sending me text messages at such an early hour of the morning. Unlocking my phone, I squinted at the first notification. Confusion creased my brow as I rubbed my eyes and stared at the screen again, trying to make sense of it. “What?” I muttered in disbelief, my mind still sluggish as I scrolled through the notifications. The first was from the bank, informing me that my loan had been fully paid off and that I should come in to sign paperwork and collect the deed for our house. The second was from the hospital, letting me know my brother’s medical bills had been cleared and the money for his surgery had been deposited. They needed me to come in and sign a few documents to get the operation underway. Other messages followed—my rent, small debts, all wiped clean. I was still trying to comprehend it when another notification popped up: a deposit of

Olivia's POV “I should get going,” I murmured, wishing I could leave. But he shook his head and leaned back in his seat, his piercing green eyes settling on me. “What else?” I asked with unease. His gaze was making me so uncomfortable. For a moment, he didn’t say a word. He just kept staring at me, and I found it so awkward and tense. I watched him get up from his seat and move closer to me. When he got to where I stood, he leaned in, our faces just inches apart. “I can’t wait, Olivia. I can’t wait to have you,” he whispered, his voice deep and husky, sending shivers down my spine. “But unfortunately, not today.” He sighed and stood upright, tucking his hands into his pant pockets. “My doctor will give you a call. You will go to him at the hospital, and he will conduct some tests. I’m sorry, but I need to make sure you’re clean because I don’t sleep with my submissive using protection.” His words made me frown, and I abruptly stood up. “Excuse me? What do you take me for? A whore

Alpha Enzo's POVI couldn’t stop staring at Olivia throughout the drive to the hospital. I couldn’t believe she was now my submissive. The stubborn and hard-to-get Olivia, who every DOM in the club was bent on having, was now mine for the next three months. I just couldn’t wait. I couldn’t wait to flaunt her, to show everyone that she was mine—mine to fuck, mine to protect, and mine to… I frowned. Love? No! I’m exaggerating. I don’t love Olivia; I’m just obsessed with fucking her and making her submit to me—that’s all. I believe once I’ve had her three or four times, my obsession with her will go away.The car came to a halt at the hospital, and we both got out. I led her into Doctor Frank’s office, and as soon as we entered, Doctor Frank stood and bowed his head respectfully to me. Frank was a werewolf like us, and we’d been good friends for over ten years. He wasn’t just my personal physician—he knew a few secrets about me, and with his help, I hadn’t lost my mind like I should have