Chapter 192: Change Of Plan

Olivia’s POV

"Who sent it?" I asked, staring at the white envelope in Lolita’s hand.

My name—Olivia Parker—was written in bold, dark letters on the front.

"I have no idea," she replied. "The guards at the gate said a courier brought it. Didn’t say who sent it."

I frowned, turning the envelope over in my hands.

Who would send me something like this? And why now?

But I didn’t waste time guessing. My fingers moved quickly, tearing it open.

Inside was a single piece of paper.

No design. No signature. No return address.

Just one sentence written in red ink across the center:

"Meet me tonight at 10 p.m. on the mansion rooftop."

My frown deepened.

Lolita caught the change in my expression. "What is it?" she asked, stepping closer.

I slowly turned the paper around and showed her.

Her brow furrowed. "What the hell...?"

I stared at the note again, unease crawling under my skin.

No name. No hint. No explanation.

Just that strange, silent summons.

Meet me on the rooftop?

Who? Why?

"Ignore it," my wolf muttered.

I wanted to agree with her.

But the more I looked at that letter... the more curious I became.

"Are you planning to go?" Lolita asked.

I didn’t answer. Not because I didn’t want to—but because I truly didn’t know.

Instead, I folded the paper neatly and slid it back into the envelope.

"I want to take a nap," I said softly.

Lolita nodded, sensing I needed space. "Call me if you need anything."

She stepped out, gently closing the door behind her.

I sighed deeply.

After kicking off my shoes, I climbed into bed and pulled the blanket up to my chest.

But instead of sleep, I found myself staring at the envelope resting on my nightstand.

Time went by. My eyelids got heavy. My mind calmed down. The room became quiet. I fell asleep.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been asleep.

But something pulled me from the darkness. A sound. A presence.

My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim lighting in the room. It was already evening.

But then I felt someone was here.

I sat up slowly, my senses heightening.

Then I turned toward the far corner of the room.

Alpha Damien stood by the window, his arms crossed, his eyes already on me.

My heart jumped.

Not out of fear—but because I hadn’t expected anyone. Especially not him.

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked, my voice still groggy with sleep.

He didn’t answer right away.

"Long enough," he said finally, his voice calm.

I ran a quick glance at him. He was dressed in a gray suit that hugged his broad shoulders and tapered perfectly at the waist.

God.

How could someone look that good doing absolutely nothing?

His tie was undone just enough to reveal a hint of collarbone beneath the crisp white shirt, and his sleeves were rolled slightly, like he was just starting to get dressed.

He wasn’t just handsome.

He was ridiculously hot—especially for a man in his mid-thirties.

"You done gawking?" he asked, his lips twitching slightly.

I blinked, realizing I’d been staring and probably with my mouth a little open.

"I wasn’t gawking," I muttered, even though I definitely was.

A low chuckle left his lips. He stepped forward and set a sleek black box on the foot of my bed.

"What’s that?" I asked, glancing at it.

"Your dress," he said simply. "My birthday party started twenty minutes ago."

I blinked again.

"My guests are already here, all eager to see the woman I am dating," he announced, and my eyes widened.

My eyes widened. "You told them we’re dating? I thought I was just your date for the night!" I said with a disapproving frown, but Alpha Damien didn’t seem bothered.

"Well... I thought we’d speed things up a little," he said with a smirk that made my blood boil.

"You should’ve told me," I growled, climbing off the bed and storming toward him. "I needed to be mentally ready for this... you should have fucking told me!" I spat, staring at him face to face.

Damien didn’t move.

He just looked at me with that same calm expression—even as I stood in front of him, clearly upset.

"You should have told me the change of plan," I repeated, my voice sharper now. "You don’t just spring something like that on me. Not with everything going on."

"I didn’t think it would bother you this much," he said, his tone sounding nonchalant.

"That’s exactly the problem," I shot back. "You didn’t think—you just decided for the both of us like my opinion didn’t matter."

He raised an eyebrow. "It’s nothing, Olivia, I’m just trying to speed things up. This is also for your good..."

"No, it’s not!" I shouted, taking a step closer. "This plan is no longer about me anymore. It’s pressure. It’s all about you now. You are making decisions without asking if I wanted that!"

The air between us grew heavy.

Tense.

He didn’t back down. His jaw tightened just slightly. "Are you planning on forgiving the triplet and giving them another chance?"

I froze.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked quietly.

"You want to forgive them," he said, stepping closer. "You’re acting like you’re ready to give the triplets another chance. You still love them... you are worried about what they will think... how they will feel. This has nothing to do with what other people think... this is all about the triplets."

His words hit something deep. Something I didn’t want to accept.

"That’s not true. Don’t act like you understand me," I whispered.

"But I do," he said, even closer now.

Too close.

His voice dropped, softer this time. "I’ve seen the way you still look at them. Yes, you hate them for all the pain they caused, but that doesn’t mean you stopped loving them."

My breath caught.

I hated that he was right. Hated the way my heart stung with the truth.

And I really hated how his eyes were locked on mine like he could see every emotion I tried to hide.

For a moment, none of us said a word until he let out a tired sigh and dropped a bombshell.

"I’m sorry... okay... I should have informed you."

I was dumbfounded... I didn’t expect the almighty Alpha Damien to apologize, but I acted like I wasn’t moved by his apology.

"You think an apology fixes this?" I asked, my frown deepening. Though, I was no longer angry. It was funny how a simple apology from him cooled me down.

"No," he murmured.

Then, he reached out and cupped the side of my face gently.

"I think this will."

And before I could speak....

He kissed me.