Chapter 181

THIRD PERSON'S POV The facility was built to contain beasts, rogues, cursed bloodlines, and creatures who couldn't control what they were. It was constructed under the guidance of the royal family, and they specifically chose Dorian's pack because it was usually under the radar and did not have much power. That's how Dorian won favor from the royals—but Dorian made a mistake by locking Olivia inside that facility. It was not built to contain her. The first wave of energy was silent—a shift in the air's pressure, like the breath of the world being sucked away. Then came the sound: a low, bone-deep hum that turned into a piercing shriek, metal grinding against metal, glass shattering, alarms blaring as if the very building were screaming in terror. And at the heart of it stood Olivia. Her knees were buckled. Her back arched. Her lips parted in a silent cry. Flames coiled around her body like serpents—wild, hungry, living things. Her veins glowed beneath her skin, pulsing in jagged rivers