Olivia’s POV
I meet with Eugene in the afternoon, busy trying to check on Reese’s health after his morning checkup with the royal pack’s favorite doctor. Eugene has found his new office fitting, sitting behind the large desk in his stunning white coat and gold framed glasses. He’s intellectually charming, and I can’t help but admire when his beautiful light eyes meet mine.
“How are you, Olivia?” he says, leaning back lazily in his desk chair.
I shudder at the mention of my real name.
“We spoke earlier about the truth on your identity but I didn’t get to tell you everything, Olivia,” he says, smiling sheepishly. “You’re beautiful in this form, just as you were the last. I would recognize your soul anywhere.”
“How can you say that?” I shake my head, knowing that for my entire past lif
