After what Levi and Louis said, I decided it was best to just go to sleep.
My wolf kept urging me to apologize to make things right with them, but I refused. They were wrong. And if I apologized now, it would only make them think they were right.
I pulled the blanket up to my chin and lay on my stomach, pretending to get comfortable even though my heart was still racing. The room felt too quiet, too heavy. I could feel Louis shifting beside me, and Levi exhaled a long, tired breath—but none of us said another word.
I hated this tension.
But I hated more that they didn’t even try to understand what I was feeling.
So I just let it be... and closed my eyes, hoping sleep would take me before my thoughts did.
I lay still, eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. But I wasn’t. My mind was still full of Lennox, of tonight, of how Louis and Levi had made me feel.
Why was it so hard for them to see that this wasn’t just about Lennox not being here? Why couldn’t they understand that I was scared and tired, and maybe I just needed them to be patient?
The bed shifted behind me. I felt a soft movement—Louis sitting up slightly.
"Olivia..." His voice was low, hesitant. "I’m sorry."
He sighed. "We shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions. It’s just... when you act like that, it gets to us. We’re trying to be here for you, but sometimes it feels like we’re not enough."
I turned my face further into the pillow, swallowing hard. His words hurt. How can they ever think they were never enough for me?
Then Levi’s voice joined, softer than I’d ever heard it. "We know Lennox has a strong pull on you. But... we’re here too, Olivia. We’ve always been. And tonight, we just wanted to be what you needed."
I turned slowly to look at them.
Louis was sitting up now, staring at me with a guilty expression. Levi lay on his side, his brows drawn, his eyes searching mine.
"I didn’t mean to make you feel like you weren’t enough," I whispered. My voice cracked a little. "I’m just... scared that Lennox hasn’t arrived yet."
Louis reached out and brushed my hair back from my face. "We know. But he is fine."
"And we’re sorry," Levi added, "for assuming the worst. You don’t have to explain anything. Just go to bed... we will talk about it tomorrow, okay."
I nodded, blinking fast.
Louis leaned down and pressed a kiss to my forehead. "We’ll stay right here," he whispered.
Levi moved closer too, wrapping an arm around my waist, and I drew in a deep breath.
And just like that, something in me eased. I still didn’t have all the answers, I was still worried, but I pushed it away and forced myself to sleep.
But peace didn’t last long because I had a dream.
In my dream, I was standing in the hallway of the pack house. I could hear muffled laughter echoing through the walls. A woman’s laugh.
I walked toward the sound. The closer I got, the heavier the air felt, thick with something sour—like betrayal.
I turned a corner... and there he was.
Pinned against a wall, his hands tangled in the hair of a dark-haired woman. She was pressed up against him, her mouth on his, her body flushed against his in a way that made my stomach twist.
And he wasn’t pulling away.
He wasn’t fighting it.
He groaned into her mouth, one hand gripping her waist, the other sliding under her shirt.
"No," I whispered, frozen in place. "Lennox, what are you doing?"
But he didn’t hear me.
I stepped forward, shouting now, screaming his name.
His head snapped toward me suddenly, but his expression wasn’t shocked or guilty. He just... stared. Like he didn’t even recognize me.
That same arrogant, knowing smirk he used to wear before everything went to hell.
"She was here," he said. "And you weren’t."
And then everything shattered.
The hallway crumbled, the walls broke apart into dust, and I felt myself falling—down, down, down into a pit of cold darkness.
I bolted upright with a choked gasp, my body slick with sweat, heart pounding like I’d just run a marathon.
Morning sunrise rom the window spilled across the room, too bright. My eyes darted—and froze.
Lennox was Sitting in the armchair across the room. One ankle hooked over the other. A glass in his hand. Watching me.
For a second, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even tell if I’d really woken up. The dream felt too close. His face was too sharp in the morning light, and yet... wrong.
"Morning," he said. Calm. It’s almost like he’d been here the whole time.
My mouth was dry. "When did you get back?"
He tilted his head, studying me. "A while ago."
I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.
Because part of me still felt like I was dreaming.
And another part... wanted to slap the juice right out of his hand.
I didn’t even think. I just moved.
I threw the blanket off and stormed out of the bed, ignoring Levi’s hand that reached for me and Louis’s voice calling my name. My bare feet hit the cold floor as I marched straight toward him.
Lennox stayed seated, watching me like he knew this was coming.
"Where the hell are you coming from?" I snapped, my voice sharp and shaking.
He blinked, caught off guard by the fire in my tone. "The Alpha meeting—"
"Oh, really?" I cut him off, my laugh bitter. "The Alpha meeting took all night?"
Lennox stood slowly, setting the glass down on the side table. "Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t come home. I was going to, but things got complicated. I can explain—"
My hand met his cheek before I could stop myself, and the sound echoed through the room.
His face turned slightly from the impact, his jaw tightening. But he didn’t say a word. He just looked at me.
His eyes were confused. His expression shocked.