Olivia's POV
For a moment, I thought they would protest, stand their ground, challenge Calvin, and refuse to leave. And that terrified me. Because just looking at Calvin… I could tell he was close to losing it. His hands were still clenched, his breathing uneven. I had never seen him that angry before, but something told me… if he snapped, it would be catastrophic.
Thankfully, they didn't push it.
One by one, the triplets gave a reluctant nod, turned around, and walked out.
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, silence fell like a heavy curtain. My wolf whimpered inside me, pacing restlessly, and a strange discomfort bloomed in my chest. She was still howling. Mates…
But I shut her out. I buried the ache deep and kept my face unreadable—even though inside, I was falling apart.
A few seconds passed before Calvin exhaled deeply and turned to me. The anger on his face was gone, replaced with concern. His eyes softened as they landed on me.
"You okay?" he asked gently.
