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 brothers. You were lying in

couldn’t breathe. But I kept

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

pushing back the cold weight pressing at my ribs. I cupped her tighter, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Look at me," I said firmly, though my tone softened at the edges. "We’re here. I’m here. No one is

even as I spoke, I knew it didn’t feel like just a

both. "You won’t lose me. Do you hear me? No matter

her head against my chest, her arms winding tightly around my waist. I exhaled deeply and closed 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

I’m worried." Olivia suddenly spoke after a few moments of silence. Before I could ask why, she continued. "Frederick

instantly. Frederick. Even his name on

an answer," she whispered, her voice raw, heavy with dread.

to spill, but I kept my voice steady for her sake. "He won’t have

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

kiss to the top of her head, my jaw clenched so tight in anger. "Listen to me," I murmured, each word edged with a vow. "You are not his. You

against me, silent, but I felt her heart hammering

need to know. If Frederick is making moves—and your mother is supporting him—then this isn’t just your burden. It’s ours. We’ll protect

head lifted slightly, her tear-bright eyes searching mine. "I don’t want

scared of Frederick—she was

is going to happen to