Chapter 208

DOMINIC’S POV I truly believed we were on the verge of losing everything. All of our careful efforts—the sleepless nights spent strategizing, the endless rounds of diplomacy, the quiet but determined calls for rebellion among the Alphas—it all felt like it was slipping through our fingers. Every delay from the council, every hesitation from the elders, weighed on me like a slow-burning fuse. And now, with time running out, it felt like the fuse was ready to ignite. The royals would demand their audience soon. And when they did, they’d expect us to fold—to bow our heads and accept their version of justice, their twisted sense of order. They’d want control. They’d want to leash Olivia. Make her a symbol under their throne, not beside it. But what they never seemed to understand—what they refused to understand—was that Olivia was never meant to be caged. Not by fate. Not by fear. Not even by love. Binding her was never an option. Not for me. Not for anyone. Even if I hadn’t been in the pi