Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 347: Dream

Louis’s POV

Her eyes locked on mine, wide and terrified, her breaths coming too fast. It was as if she didn’t recognize me at first. The panic in them made me so concerned, but when she saw me—really saw me—I noticed the fear soften, just a little.

"Baby... what’s wrong?" My voice was low, careful, though the worry in my chest made it tight.

She didn’t answer. Instead, her trembling hands rose and cupped my face, holding me firmly as if she needed proof that I was real. Her gaze searched me desperately, scanning every line, every shadow of my face, like she expected me to vanish or shift into something else.

I furrowed my brow, leaning closer into her palms. "Olivia, it’s me," I whispered, my thumb brushing her wrist where her pulse thundered. "I’m here. It’s Louis."

Her lips parted, but no words came. Only the sound of her breathing—shallow, uneven, frantic.

My wolf pushed at me, restless, agitated. He hated seeing her like this, hated the panic rolling off her in waves. I gathered her closer, one arm firm around her waist, the other covering her hand where it still clung to my cheek.

"You’re safe," I said, more firmly now, hoping she could anchor to my voice. "You’re with me, Olivia. Nothing’s going to hurt you."

My wolf prowled inside me, restless, wanting to protect her from whatever shadow still haunted her.

Finally, her lips moved, the words trembling out. "I... I had a dream."

I stilled, my arms tightening around her. "A dream?" I coaxed gently, brushing her damp hair away from her cheek. "Tell me, Olivia."

her voice broke as she whispered, "You... and your

moment, I couldn’t breathe.

harder against my skin, her words spilling faster. "It felt so real, Louis. I saw you all... your eyes closed, your bodies—" She choked, shaking her head as if she could erase the memory. Tears

her to meet my gaze. "Look at me," I

it didn’t feel like just a dream, but I didn’t want Olivia

her forehead, anchoring us both. "You won’t lose me. Do you hear me? No matter

my eyes, stroking her hair with slow tenderness. I didn’t know why Olivia would dream something so vivid, but deep down, I sensed it wasn’t just ordinary—it felt like a warning. And I knew I had to

why, she continued. "Frederick is bent on marrying me, and my mother is

Frederick. Even his name on

no for an answer," she whispered, her voice raw,

but I kept my voice steady for her sake.

waist tightened. "You don’t understand, Louis... he’s dangerous. The way he looks at me, the way he—" Her voice cracked, and she

to the top of her head, my jaw clenched so tight in anger. "Listen to me," I murmured, each

silent, but I felt her heart hammering wildly beneath

deciding. "They need to know. If Frederick is making moves—and your mother is supporting

her tear-bright eyes searching mine. "I don’t want this to

she wasn’t only scared of Frederick—she was terrified of losing

tone. "Nothing is going to happen to us... we will take care of Frederick," I assured