Oliver's POV
I stared at my phone screen, waiting for the little bubbles to appear, waiting for her to respond to the text I had just sent as Raymond. My wolf was pacing in the back of my mind, his fur bristling with a mix of amusement and irritation.
What are you doing? He growled, his voice a low rumble in my head. This is childish. You are the Alpha King, yet you are playing games with your own woman.
"It's not a game," I muttered under my breath, grabbing my car keys from the desk. "It's a test. I need to know where her loyalties lie. I need to know if she chooses the man who protects her or the masked man she doesn't even know."
You are both, the wolf reminded me sharply. And you are breaking her heart in the process.
