Chapter 87

OLIVIA’S POV The lights twinkled like captured stars hanging from the trees, gently swaying in the evening breeze. For a man who used to scoff at sentimentality, Dominic had managed to pull off something… surprisingly thoughtful. Noah and Aria were a blur of motion—laughing, running, giggling as they jumped from one game station to the next. Ring toss, balloon darts, a face-painting booth that had Aria grinning like a glittery unicorn… he hadn’t missed a thing. And the best part? Not a single enforcer or pack member in sight. It was peaceful. It was… safe. Even I had to admit—he’d gone above and beyond. I kept my distance, leaning against a nearby tree as the kids ran around, their joy untainted by the tangled web of emotions running rampant through my chest. I didn’t want to be touched by this gesture. I didn’t want to be impressed. But I was. The moment they finished their last game, a low chime rang out, and I saw Dominic walk toward a long, beautifully decorated wooden table. A sof