Chapter Eighty-Two
The what-ifs wouldn’t leave me alone. It didn’t help that my wolf was adding in to them, telling me how much I had f****d up. Like I didn’t already know that I’d f****d up everything with her.
“Nick, what are you doing here?” Livie asked, pushing her hair behind her ear. The claiming mark on the side of her neck was mostly healed, but still red.
I wanted to be angry about that mark, that she had let someone else touch her and claim her the way that I should have. But I couldn’t find it in myself to be mad at the dragons. I had f****d up and rejected Olivia, the dragons... The dragons had done what I should have done the night that she and I slept together.
My wolf was angry enough for the both of us. Angry at Chelsea for hurting her and blocking Olivia’s number fr
