278 Where Were You Last Night

I opened my mouth to explain, but his furious eyes scanned me from head to toe.

I instinctively reached up, covering my neck.

“Calvin–what did the letter say?” I asked again, terrified, my heart racing.

Just then, a knock landed on the door.

But then I looked back at Calvin… and what I saw surprised me.

His words struck like a blow to the gut.

Olivia’s POV

-Lennox.

“Don’t,” he said sharply, blocking my hand. His tone was firm, protective. “Something harmful could be inside.”

I stood, my heart racing. “What did it say?”

My mind screamed yes. I knew it. I lived it. I survived it.

Tears filled my eyes. My knees felt weak.

“Those men–those animals–they’re the ones you can’t stay away from?” he roared. “Do you even know what they did to you?!”

I scoffed and shook my head. “It wasn’t. In fact, it was the best dream of my life,” I admitted with a blush.

Nestled beside it was a small folded note.

It was beautiful. The kind of jewelry I’d always admired in shop windows but never bought for myself. Simple, elegant, with a tiny sapphire set in the center.

“…You let them touch you?”

“I wanted to kill them the moment I read that report,” he muttered, pacing furiously. “And those are the men you’re letting near you again?”

There was no hate in his eyes.

I turned to Nora and Lolita. “Come with me. I want to introduce you to my brother.”

His expression changed.

This morning, I was dressed casually in jeans and a simple top. I wasn’t Luna anymore—no need for formal gowns.

“Are those… hickeys?”

“Breakfast is served, my lady,” a maid called from outside.

I couldn’t breathe.

“Do you know what else I learned?” he spat. “That they made your best friend their concubine just days after getting married to you. That on your wedding night—” he broke off, rage choking him.

They looked at each other nervously.

I staggered back at the weight of his anger.

I couldn’t speak.

I looked up, my lips parting. “Calvin… I’m sorry. I was going to tell you—”

I flinched, my breath catching in my throat. My hands trembled as I slowly stepped toward the shattered box. The locket had rolled across the floor, but my eyes weren’t on it–they were on the letter. It had fallen open.

I froze.

I exhaled, relieved. “Thank you, brother,” I said gently, taking my seat at the table. Calvin picked it up and began to read.

“Did you let them touch you?” he asked slowly, angrily, like the words themselves were poison in his mouth.

I gasped.

What was that look?

Inside was a delicate velvet pouch. He pulled it open and revealed—

How did he know that?

I’d buried that night so deep, I thought it would never surface again.

Just a strange stillness.

“Those men rejected you. Abused you. Treated you like trash. And not just once,” he continued, his voice trembling with rage. “You nearly died because of them!”

After a few seconds, he gave a small nod and returned to eating without a word.

“Last night… where were you?” Calvin asked, his voice cold.

He didn’t answer right away. He just stood there, seething.

My blood froze.

“This just arrived for Lady Olivia,” he said, stepping forward.

There was no need to hide it anymore.

And unexpectedly, he hurled the entire box across the room with a growl, the contents scattering across the floor.

I swallowed hard and sighed. “I had a dream.”

“They fucked your best friend right in front of you,” he said, his voice low and trembling with fury. “And you collapsed.”

We made our way to the dining room, and there sat Calvin, already at the table, halfway through his meal.

The moment we stepped in, his eyes shifted toward us… then landed on Nora.

For a moment, he said nothing. He just kept staring at Nora, not even blinking. I turned slightly to glance at her and noticed her fingers were clenched nervously at her side, her eyes lowered to the ground. She was panicking.

“Are you okay?” Nora asked, her curious gaze meeting mine through the mirror as she helped me tie my hair into a bun.

But he cut me off, his voice rising like thunder.

Calvin took the box from the guard, setting it gently on the table. He inspected it carefully, then unwrapped it.

Nora and Lolita bowed politely before turning to walk away. But as they did, I noticed

Calvin’s gaze followed them… no, not both of them. Just Nora.

I blinked at him, startled, but slowly lowered my hand. “Okay…”

I flinched. “Calvin!”

The silence gave him his answer.

I furrowed my brow. He was staring again, his expression unreadable.

Calvin knew.

I picked it up, unfolding the note with shaky fingers.

At first, his expression remained calm.

But before I could touch it, Calvin shot to his feet.

And then they locked on my neck.

Calvin’s entire face changed—his anger melting into heartbreak. When he spoke again, his voice was full of disappointment.

I swallowed hard, my eyes dropping to the floor. My heart pounded in my chest.

I couldn’t lie.

I smiled and shook my head. “Don’t worry. Just be yourselves.”

Darkened.

A silver locket.

My wolf growled approvingly in my head, and I rolled my eyes at her. Horny bitch, I muttered silently.

Before I could figure it out, a guard entered the dining room, holding a medium-sized, neatly wrapped box in his hands.

Lolita, who was straightening the sheets on my bed, looked up. “A nightmare?”

“You think he’ll accept us?” Lolita asked, acting nervous.

I stood halfway, reaching out. “For me?”

My eyes scanned to the bottom.

I noticed it instantly—the way his gaze lingered on her. It was intense and unreadable.

He looked away for a second, his fists clenching, trying to hold himself back. Then he looked at me again.

I frowned. What is there to be happy about? It was just a dream… but Goddess, I wished it was real.

“I found out everything, Olivia!” he snarled, his eyes blazing with rage. “My investigators finally gave me the full report.”

Nora smirked and winked at me through the mirror. “So why don’t you look happy?”

His fists clenched at his sides, his breathing heavy.

“I’m sorry about last night. My wolf got out of control… it won’t happen again. I swear, I never meant to scare you. I just—being near you drives me insane, Olivia: I will get better. I’ll prove myself to you, no matter how long it takes. I love you.”

But then his eyes darkened.

I cleared my throat. “Brother,” I said, walking up to him, “these are my friends, Nora and Lolita. I’d like them to stay here with me.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

He finally looked at me, and the anger in his eyes

made me shiver.

His jaw tightened.

“Answer me, Olivia!” he growled, slamming his palm against the table so hard the plates rattled.