Chapter 417: Dream 2
Olivia’s POV
"Are you okay?" Calvin spoke worriedly from the mind link.
"Yes, I am fine," I responded. He sighed over the mind link, and I knew he had something in his mind to say.
"What is it, brother?" I asked, certain something was bothering him.
"Mother is worried about you, Oli... she wants you two to have a talk... please..."
"Not in the mood for that," I cut him off.
"Please..."
"No, brother... I am feeling sleepy already... talk to you later," I said quickly, not giving him a chance to respond before severing the link.
Drawing in a deep breath, I forced my eyes shut, determined to make myself sleep despite how early the night still was. But sleep wouldn’t come easily. My thoughts kept spinning... from Selene to Frederick to the triplets. I knew how hard they were trying to reach me, but I had blocked them. I didn’t want to hear their apologies. Actually, I had already decided they wouldn’t be seeing me for a long time. That would be their punishment. Maybe next time they would think twice before speaking.
Still, I remained restless in bed until at last sleep dragged me under.
"No!" I shouted as I jumped up from the bed. My whole body shook. Sweat ran down my face, and my chest felt tight like I couldn’t breathe. Even though the room was cold, I was hot inside, my heart beating too fast.
My wolf cried inside me, running back and forth, restless. She felt my fear, my panic.
I stumbled out of bed and began pacing. My hands shook as I tried to feel through the bond. If something had happened to Lennox, I should feel it. I should know. But the bond was calm. Too calm.
"Why do I still feel like this then?" I whispered, tears burning in my eyes.
I closed them tight, taking deep breaths. "It’s just a dream... just a dream," I told myself. But the dream kept playing again and again in my head like a horror movie.
Lennox lying on the ground. Blood everywhere. His eyes closed... me yelling his name and no response from him. I wanted to reach for the bond. To call Lennox, to check if he was fine. But the anger inside me stopped me. They didn’t trust me. They thought I was jealous. Why should I reach for them now?
I wiped my face roughly and pulled on a cloak. My feet carried me out of the room before I even thought about it. If I couldn’t link them, I would find Alpha Damien.
The halls were quiet, but my wolf caught his scent. Strong. Steady. Alpha. I followed it until it led me to his office.
I lifted my hand and knocked.
"Come in," his deep voice called.
I stepped inside. Damien sat behind his desk, papers spread before him, but his sharp eyes went straight to me. He frowned. "Olivia. What is it?"
I shut the door behind me, my chest rising fast. "I... I had a dream." My voice cracked. "Lennox. He was lying in blood. Dead. I kept calling his name, but he didn’t answer."
Damien studied me carefully, then leaned back in his chair. "A dream," he repeated. "But you think it’s more than that."
"I don’t know," I whispered. My fists curled tight. "And I can’t even link them. I don’t want to. I’m still angry at them."
His eyes softened, as if he understood more than I said. He nodded once. "Then let me check."
He closed his eyes for a moment as he mind linked them while I waited, my nails digging into my palms, fear and anger tangling inside me.
Finally, he opened his eyes again. "They’re fine," he said firmly. "I just spoke to Lennox through the link. He is home and fine." My knees almost gave out with relief, but the heavy knot in my chest refused to leave.
Damien must have seen it in my face. He stood, walked around the desk, and without asking, pulled me into his arms. His warmth and strong scent wrapped around me, steady and comforting.
"It’s going to be fine," he murmured, his hand rubbing slowly down my back. "Lennox is safe. Nothing will happen to him."
For a moment, I let myself lean into him, eyes squeezed shut. My wolf eased just a little at his touch, but my heart still thudded fast.
Then the door opened suddenly.
"Damien?" Sofia’s voice floated in before she stepped inside. Her eyes landed on us—on Damien’s arms still holding me—and for a second, something flickered in her gaze. But just as quickly, she smiled, calm, like nothing was wrong.
I pulled back quickly, wiping my damp face. "I... I had a bad dream," I blurted out, almost as if I needed to explain. "Damien was only comforting me. That’s all."
Damien shook his head gently. "You don’t have to explain, Olivia."
But when I glanced at Sofia, her smile didn’t reach her eyes. She said nothing, but I felt it—the emotion she was hiding deep down.
And somehow, that made me feel even more unsettled.
Sofia finally spoke, her voice gentle. "It’s just a dream, Olivia. Don’t let it trouble you too much."
I managed a small nod, forcing a smile. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice hoarse.
Not wanting to linger any longer, I slipped past them and left the office.
As I walked back toward my room, my thoughts wouldn’t settle. The way Sofia had looked at Damien holding me. Looking calm on the outside, but her eyes had said something else. A flicker of something she tried to hide.
I bit my lip, hugging my arms around myself. Did she misunderstand?
Maybe she thought there was something more between me and Damien. If she did, I couldn’t even blame her. She had walked in on me crying in his arms. Anyone would have thought the same.
I sighed deeply as I pushed into my room and closed the door behind me. My wolf curled in tight silence inside me, still uneasy. My heart still carried the image of Lennox lying in blood, but now something else haunted me—Sofia’s silent misunderstanding of what she saw.