<h4>Chapter 415: Pained</h4>


    Olivia’s POV


    I teleported back into my room, my whole body heavy with anger and pain. It was one thing for others to misunderstand me, but for my own mates to think the same? That hurt deeper than anything.


    I scoffed bitterly and slumped onto my bed, my silver purse slipping from my fingers to the floor. "Dicks," I spat, the word tasting sour on my tongue. My frown deepened as my chest rose and fell in sharp breaths.


    I curled my knees up, hugging them close, but my wolf wouldn’t stay calm. She paced inside me, restless, growling at everything—at Selene’s smug face, at Frederick’s rage, at the triplets’ usations.


    "They should know me better," I whispered into the empty room. "They’re supposed to know me."


    My throat tightened, and I pressed my forehead against my knees, fighting the heat behind my eyes. I hated how alone I felt, hated how even the bond that was supposed to protect me made me feel judged instead.


    A brokenugh slipped from me. "Jealous? Me? Of her?" My fists clenched the bedsheets. "They’re blind. All of them."


    I sat there, fists still clenched in the sheets, when the door creaked open.


    "Olivia?" My mother’s voice slipped inside.


    My wolf stiffened instantly, ears t, and I didn’t even lift my head. "What do you want?" I muttered, my tone sharp and filled with irritation.


    She stepped in a little farther, her eyes searching my face. "What’s wrong with you? I could feel your emotions from downstairs."


    That was it. That was enough to snap the little control I had left.


    My head jerked up, and I red at her. "Don’t pretend to care. You never do."


    Her lips parted, like she wanted to argue, but I didn’t give her the chance. My body burned with frustration, with hurt, and before she could say another word, I teleported.


    The world around me shifted, and when I blinked, I was no longer in that suffocating room.


    I was in Alpha Damien’s living room.


    And there—across the rug—sat Sofia. Herughter filled the air as she leaned down, lifting her son into her arms. The little boy giggled, tugging at her hair, while she smiled at him like nothing else in the world mattered.


    For a moment, I froze. Watching her, so carefree, so happy, I felt the ache in my chest grow sharper. She looked happy—happy in a way I hadn’t been in so long.


    And all at once, I didn’t know whether I wanted to scream... or cry.


    Suddenly she noticed my presence and her eyes widened. "Olivia... you are here." I nodded, forcing a fake smile, but the look on Sofia’s face told me she didn’t believe my act.


    "What is wrong?" she asked as she passed her son gently into the arms of the nanny standing nearby, then turned fully to me.


    I exhaled, a shakyugh slipping past my lips. "I need a ss of whiskey first."


    Her brows rose, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she gave a small nod. "Come," she said softly.


    She led me upstairs, into her room. She went to a shelf, poured amber liquid into a ss, and handed it to me without a word.


    I downed the first sip fast, letting the burn spread down my throat. My wolf paced inside me, restless, but the whiskey dulled her growl just a little.


    Sofia sat across from me, folding her hands on herp, her worried eyes fixed on me. "Now," she said, "tell me."


    And I did.


    I told her of our n. Frederick’s obsession with Selene, the p, his rage, the way he held Selene like she was the one he wanted to protect. Then the triplets—how they looked at me like I was the problem, like I was jealous instead of warning them.


    My voice cracked more than once, and I hated it, but I couldn’t stop. "They don’t trust me," I whispered, gripping the ss tighter. "They think I’m just jealous. But I’m not, Sofia. I’m not."


    The ss shook in my hand, but I forced myself to take another sip.


    Sofia’s eyes softened as she leaned forward and ced a hand on my shoulder. "I know what it feels like," she said quietly.


    My brow furrowed. "You don’t."


    Her lips curved into a sad smile. "I do. To be called jealous when you’re just... scared. To have people twist your pain into something ugly you never meant. To carry the weight of everyone’s judgment while no one actually listens to what you’re saying."


    Her words sank into me like stones, heavy and hard. My throat tightened. There was so much I still didn’t know about her.


    "But, Olivia, if Selene is truly dangerous, you need to outsmart her. Don’t give her the satisfaction of seeing you break down, orsh out, or lose control."


    I scoffed, though the sound was weaker than I wanted. "I don’t even know what to do."


    Sofia leaned forward, her gazeforting. "No. You fight smarter. You keep your guard up. You watch her, learn her, and you strike when it matters. If you keep letting her push your buttons, she’ll win before the real fight even begins."


    I drew in a shaky breath and looked away. "Can I... stay here for a while? Back home my mother is suffocating me. I can’t deal with her right now."


    Sofia squeezed my hand gently, her answer simple. "Yes. Stay. Damien won’t mind. You’re safe here."


    Relief washed over me. I managed a grateful smile and reached for another sip, but Sofia swiftly snatched the ss from my hand. "That’s enough."


    I frowned but didn’t fight her.


    "Where do I sleep?" I asked quietly.


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    "The room after mine. Come let me show you," she said, rising gracefully to her feet.


    I followed her out of the room and that was when I got a mind link from Levi.


    "Oli...."


    Before he could finish I ended the mind link and blocked him.


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