I already knew Oliver was ridiculously handsome.
But every time my eyes landed on him, I couldn’t help but be drawn in—it felt like something deeper, like my soul just knew.
Dinner turned out to be even better than I’d expected—fancier too. Couldn’t stop myself from clearing my plate.
"This is amazing," I mumbled, dabbing my mouth with a napkin.
No response came.
I glanced up and bam—those piercing blue eyes locked right on me.
He looked at me with that intense, affectionate stare that made my heart skip a beat.
Honestly, it felt like I was standing inches from a piece of masterful art in a museum, like some perfectly sculpted figure blessed by the heavens.
Not a single flaw to spot.
I mean, sure, Alphas were the top wolves, but Oliver? He was on another level.
