78. "Uncontrollable"

Aaron’s POV

On my way to Olive’s room, I could not shake off the things Griffin had told me.

If I failed to protect Olive, he would not hesitate to steal her? Wasn’t that a declaration of war?

Right there, I wanted to snap his neck open. But he was Olive’s childhood friend and I couldn’t let her get sad. Either way, he will have no chance to get my mate away from me because from now on, I vowed to protect my woman.

Standing outside Olive's room, I took a moment to steady myself. Inhaling deeply, I summoned the courage to face whatever lay behind that door. With a firm resolve, I raised my hand and knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet hallway.

Knock. Knock.

A soft, melancholic voice floated from within, beckoning me to enter. "Come in."

Turning the doorknob, I pushed the door open, revealing a scene that tugged at my heart. Olive sat on the edge of the bed, her delicate hands clutching a tissue, her eyes swollen and red from tears shed in solitude. The sight pierced me,