Chapter 120

OLIVIA’S POV My heart was hammering in my chest, my breath carefully measured as I pressed myself deeper into the shadows behind the dingy curtain of the bar’s back hallway. From my hidden position, I could still see the corner booth where Evelyn and Alpha Dorian sat, their heads leaned in close as the conversation turned darker and more sinister with every word. “I’m listening,” Evelyn had said, her voice a quiet, venomous promise. My fingers curled into fists. Every instinct in me screamed to stay, to hear what came next. Whatever they were plotting—it was about me. About Dominic. About the pack. But before I could lean in, before I could make out even one more sentence from the snakes sharing secrets over whiskey, the unmistakable stench of stale alcohol and sweat hit me like a wall. I stiffened. “Well, well, what do we have here?” A gruff, slurring voice slithered into my ear. I turned my head just slightly, enough to see him—tall, disheveled, shirt half-open and eyes bloodshot, wi