Chapter 50

OLIVIA’S POV This was it. This was how it would end. The flames crackled hungrily all around me, licking the air with sharp, smoky tongues. The pain in my limbs had dulled into numbness, and the fire's heat pressed against my skin like invisible shackles. My lungs burned with every breath, and my body trembled—though from the fire, the fear, or the betrayal, I couldn’t tell anymore. Evelyn’s plan had worked perfectly. In the eyes of the world, she was the tormented heroine—battered, bruised, weeping as she reached for her beloved Alpha in a tragic moment of chaos. And me? I was the villain. At least, in her story. But I wasn’t a villain. I was the woman left behind. The Luna no one believed. The mother who just wanted to live for her child. I turned my face toward the burning window, barely able to hold my head up, and just then—I saw him. Dominic. He stood at the threshold, silhouetted against the orange blaze, eyes darting between the two rooms. My heart thumped with fragile hope. He