Chapter 51: The Price of Defiance

Olivera's POV: Since the formidable Alpha King had departed, I had remained frozen on the wooden stool positioned in front of the grand queen-sized bed. The blood-soaked dress clung to me like a second skin, and the thought of removing it and washing up in the nearby bathroom—a door I assumed led there— seemed daunting. His coat still draped over my shoulders, a constant reminder of his commanding presence. He had ordered me to remain seated until his messenger arrived with tampons and fresh clothing. Recalling his stern gaze, I noted a flicker of concern buried beneath his facade of contempt and rage. Yet, it offered little solace. He remained unaware of my seizures or my wolf. If he discovered my cursed fate, I feared he would evict me from this room, which, despite everything, already felt like home to me. The blood’s acrid scent permeated the air, and the stool beneath me was a silent accomplice in soaking up the mess. How long would the messenger take? I pondered, letting my ga