b279 /bbConfession /b

    279 Confession

    Calvin stepped back like I’d pped him. His jaw clenched so tightly I could hear bthe /bgrind of his teeth.

    I shook my head, but he

    “Do you even hear yoursel

    broke you.

    Who disca

    stop.

    he hissed. “You’re making excuses for monsters who

    you. Who humiliated you. And now you can’t let go–not

    because of love–but because you don’t know who you are without them!”

    “I-” I tried.

    No.

    I disappeared.

    She was livid.

    “I didn’t n it,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “It just… happened. I was caught in the moment. My wolf-”

    He turned around slowly, his brows drawn together in confusion.

    “I love them,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You’re wrong.”

    “Did you fucking let them touch you?!” he roared again, louder this time… so loud I swore the walls shook with it.1

    Here it was.

    “It wasn’t a choice,” I whispered.

    chooses.”

    I stayed quiet.

    My lips parted.

    know that, Calvin: The bond chooses. The moon

    “Goddess,” he whispered, backing away like I’d just confessed to something

    unspeakable. “No…”

    That broke me.

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    “How can this be possible?!” he exploded, his voice trembling with disbeliefb. /b“You are rted, Olivia! Rted!”

    His face paled. He looked like the ground beneath him had disappeared.

    His words echoed off the walls, filled with disgust, confusion, and pain.

    He turned around slowly, his expression unreadable–but his eyes… his eyes were burning with anger.

    But the words wouldn’te.

    “Could’ve fooled me!” he spat.

    “…What?” he whispered.

    Because I didn’t know what to say.

    Olivia’s POV

    I flinched, the shame and pain in his voice slicing through me like a knife.

    A maid screamed from the hallway and ran off.

    His fist mmed down on the table with such force, the wood cracked and splintered, a jagged line cutting straight through the center.

    His mouth opened… but no words came.

    iWh /i

    “No!” he cut me off, stepping closer. “You’re mistaking familiarity for love. You think just because they smiled at you you were little and held your hand, that means they’re yours forever?”

    “They hurt you, Olivia.” 1

    I shut my eyes, gripping the edge of the table to steady myself. My heart thundered. My head spun.

    cold

    “You don’t love them,” he said coldly. “You’re clinging to them.”

    I took a shaky step back, my lips trembling, my eyes wide. This was a different Calvin.

    I opened my mouth… but no sound came out.

    “I don’t just love them, Calvin…” I said softly.

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    bThe /bpart I had tried so hard to avoid.

    Because saying yes would be a lie.

    He turned his back to me, dragging his hands through his hair. “How can you love them when our families have hated each other for decades? We lost a life because of

    them!b” /b

    And saying no would break him.

    Like he hadn’t heard me.

    My heart sank. “I’m not defending them, Calvin.”

    He took a step forward, and I saw it–the desperation behind his rage. The helplessness of a brother watching someone he loved walk into what he believed was a

    fire.

    “I know!” I yelled. “I know what they did. I remember every detail. And I still love them. That’s what makes this a curse.”

    “You’re rejecting them, right?” he asked, his voice tight. “Olivia, tell me you’re going to reject them.” 3

    I took a shaky breath.

    “You’re chasing ghosts, Olivia. You’re holding onto the past so tightly, you’re blind to the damage it’s doing. You’re trying to rebuild something that was never whole to begin with!”

    And saying it out loud would only anger him more.

    “Calvin, please—”

    Or couldn’t believe he had.

    “You think this is normal? You think this makes sense?” he demanded, his hands shaking. “Our families are tied by blood. Hate. Loss. And you’re telling me the Moon Goddess thought this–them–was your fate?” 2

    The silence that followed was the loudest thing I’d ever heard.

    So I stood there in silence/trembling.

    b279 /bConfession

    “I do!” I cried. “I wish I didn’t, Calvin. Goddess knows I wish I didn’t. bI /bbwish /bbI /bcould wake up one day and feel nothing for them. I wish I could rip them out of my bsoul /band bthrow /bthem into the sea. But I can’t. I’ve tried. And it doesn’t work. Because the btruth /bbis/b… 1

    love them.”

    The moment those words left his mouth, my wolf let out a sharp, furious growl binside /bme, wing at my chest like she wanted to tear free.

    Calvin scoffed bitterly.

    He stared at me like I had a hand in it.

    My frown deepened, but I stayed silent.

    I swallowed hard.

    He turned away, gripping ithe /i

    edge of the broken table, breathing through gritted teeth

    like he was trying not to explode again.

    But he wasn’t finished.

    “Don’t,” he snapped, shaking his head violently. “Don’t me your wolf, Olivia. She’s not stupid. You’re the stupid one.” 3

    Then, without turning to face me, he asked quietly, “Do you love them?”

    “I’m their mate.”

    I nodded slowly. “The bond… it’s real. I’ve felt it since the day of my weing party. They are my second chance mates.”

    “Calvin, stop-”

    Then slowly, his voice hoarse, he asked, “…So what now?”

    But because I did.

    Calvin stared at me.

    That was enough for him.

    “You think you love them because you grew up around them. Because they were kind to you once. Because you were little and stupid and didn’t know what

    You’re not in love, Olivia–you’re obsessed.”

    love was.

    279 Confession

    His face twisted. “No. No, you don’t-

    “1

    “I didn’t choose it,” I said, shaking my head, my throat tightening with emotion. “I didn’t ask for this.”

    And then his face twisted into something between grief and horror.

    The question hung in the air like smoke.

    Calvin’s chest rose and fell like a beast barely holding onto its leash. His eyes weren’t just angry–they were enraged.

    “You let them touch you…” he spat, as if the very thought of it was driving him insane. “After everything they did… after what they made you suffer…”

    “I know…” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Goddess, Calvin, I know. I’ve asked myself that same question a hundred times.”

    So I did the only thing I could.

    Not because I didn’t know the answer.

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