Chapter 121: A Request

Raul moved with swift precision, lifting Olivera from the Jacuzzi and wrapping a soft, plush towel around her. She clutched it tightly, her fingers trembling slightly as she made her way toward the bed, her steps slow but deliberate, guided by the invisible thread of Raul’s presence in her mind. “I want your trust, Olivera,” Raul said, his voice low and steady as he stood beside her. “And I want you to choose me. Not because you’re my mate, or because of the sex—no matter how good it is. I want you to say yes because you love me, because you feel the same way about me that I feel about you.” He exhaled sharply, the vulnerability in his words a stark contrast to the unyielding, ruthless man he had been. He knew he was asking for something he had once vowed never to seek, but the thought of letting Olivera go was unbearable. Not after what they had shared. Not after he had experienced the depth of their connection. “Great sex,” Olivera corrected softly, a faint smile tugging at her li