Chapter 187

OLIVIA’S POV One thing they shouldn’t have done—was anger me. Hurt me? Fine. I’ve endured worse. I’ve bled quietly, swallowed humiliation, burned in silence. But hurt him? My mate? That was a mistake no amount of magic or rank could shield them from. Especially not him. Especially not Dominic. I had tried—truly tried—to keep control. Even when my body trembled with agony. Even when flames clawed at my insides, begging to be unleashed. Even when my heart shattered over and over at the sight of Dominic writhing on the ground because someone else dared hurt him while I held back. It was like I had been driving a car without any brakes, pressing against a force that only grew heavier the more I resisted. But that moment—the second I laid eyes on Dorian, standing there in the heart of the battlefield like a self-declared god among chaos, with that same smug satisfaction etched onto his face—the kind that haunted my worst memories—I knew… This was it. Not just the end of the fight. The end o