“She said she’s happy with Gabriel. That she’s planning to start a new life with him,” I said bitterly. “Then she blocked my number.”
Both of them looked stunned.
Levi shook his head. “She is moving on so quickly? That is unlike her.”
Louis nodded slowly. “Even when she was angry at us, she still loved us… you could always feel it in her voice, her words. But this…”
“It felt off,” I agreed. “Cold. Distant. Like someone else typed those messages.”
For a long moment, none of us said a word. The room was heavy with silence.
Then Levi spoke. “What if it wasn’t just a dream?”
“What if it’s a warning?” Louis added, his voice tight.
“I think it is,” I said firmly. “And we can’t just sit here and ignore it.”
“So what do we do?” Levi asked.
I took a deep breath. “Tomorrow morning, we visit the Seer.”
Both of them nodded immediately.
I walked to the bar, grabbed a bottle of whisky, and poured myself a glass. My hands were still trembling. I downed the drink in one go, the burn doing nothing to ease the knot in my chest.
“We never knew Gabriel had any real interest in Olivia, Louis muttered, breaking the heavy silence. He ran a hand down his face, his eyes dark and full of suspicion. “Not until the day she followed him to his pack. That was the first time he ever showed anything more than polite distance.”
Levi sighed from where he stood by the wall. “I’ve never heard a bad report about Gabriel. Not from anyone. He’s always been known to keep to himself… respected… cautious.” He shook his head. “But that doesn’t mean we should trust him. Just because he’s quiet doesn’t mean he’s clean. Especially now-when someone clearly wants Olivia dead.” O
I gritted my teeth, setting the empty glass down with a loud thud. My jaw clenched so tightly it ached.
“It’s too convenient,” Louis continued, rubbing the back of his neck. “Olivia runs to him after everything that happened here. And now all three of us dream of her dead in the exact same way? Beheaded? What the hell are the odds of that?”
Levi nodded slowly. “Maybe Gabriel’s not the threat. But maybe someone close to him is.”
“Should we contact him?” Louis asked hesitantly. “Reach out, warn him? Maybe make him keep Olivia close… watch her better until we figure out who’s after her?”
Levi crossed his arms, thinking. “It’s risky… but it could throw whoever’s after her off balance if Gabriel’s on alert. It might keep her safer… assuming he’s not part of this.”
“Don’t,” I said sharply, cutting them both off. My voice came out hard and final. They both turned to look at me.
“We’re not reaching out to him. Not yet,” I continued, my gaze burning into theirs. “I don’t trust him. I don’t trust anyone outside this room when it comes to Olivia. For all we know, he could be the danger himself-or working with whoever wants her we tip him off, it could make things worse.”
Levi frowned. “But Lennox-” gone. If
“No,” I said firmly, my hand curling into a fist against the bar. “First, we visit the Seer. At dawn. She’ll know what this dream means… if it really is a warning or just our fears playing tricks on us.”
Louis nodded reluctantly. “Alright. Seer first.”
Levi sighed, running a hand through his hair again. “But if the Seer confirms it’s a real danger… then what? We can’t reach Olivia directly. She’s blocked us all. If Gabriel’s the only way to get to her-“
“Then we’ll find another way,” I snapped. “But I’m not risking a warning to him until we know exactly who or what we’re dealing with.”
The room fell silent again, tension thick in the air.
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Olivia’s POV
I didn’t bother crying-what good would it do? Tears wouldn’t save me now. So I just sat there, in the dimly lit dungeon, hoping for a miracle. Because honestly… that was all I had left. With no wolf and no abilities, I was helpless.
The choker wrapped around my neck felt so magical… like a very dark magic was specially used to make it. I could feel its dark energy creeping into my soul. It felt like it was slowly draining the life out of me, little by little.
Suddenly, I heard the echo of footsteps, and I panicked… who was coming this time? Was this my death?
I sat frozen, staring at the shadowed corridor ahead, waiting for whoever it was to appear. A familiar figure appeared, and from the shadow, I could tell it was a lady, but I couldn’t see her face unless she came closer. And when she did, I realized it was Dalia. I forced my trembling body off the cold stone floor and dragged myself to the bars. Dalia stood there, her face drawn with pity, a tray of food in her hands. She hesitated before setting it gently on the ledge.
“They asked me to bring you this,” she said softly.
I didn’t touch the food. I just looked at her. “You knew, didn’t you?” I asked, my voice trembling. “You knew I was going to be killed?”
Her eyes widened. “No!” she whispered quickly. “I didn’t know anything, I swear. I’m just a servant, Olivia… I don’t know what’s going on in the Alpha’s mind.”
“So… you’re surprised I’m locked in here?” I pushed.
She nodded, her face tightening. “Yes. I mean, Alpha Gabriel seemed to like you. We all thought…” Her voice trailed off. “I never imagined something like this.”
I stepped closer, gripping the bars between us. “Then help me,” I whispered, desperation choking my words. “Please, Dalia. I need your help.”
She hesitated, panic flashing in her eyes. “If it’s to help you escape… or tell the triplet Alphas about you-I can’t Olivia, I’d be beheaded. And not just me-my family, too. You don’t understand the kind of people you’re dealing with. They don’t forgive betrayal.”
“No, no, not that,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “Not escape… not yet.”
She looked confused, but I kept going. “There’s a bracelet. A gift from my mother. I lied… there was no way I would tell her the truth. At this point in my life, I trusted no one. “That bracelet is really dear to me… if I am to die, I want to die with it on my wrist…” I choked on my words and continued. “I left it on the bed the day I arrived… it might’ve fallen. Please, Dalia… if you can just look for it. Bring it to me. That’s all I ask.
Please.”
Dalia stared at me for a long moment, torn and confused. Then slowly… she nodded.
“I’ll try,” she whispered. “But if anyone asks, it wasn’t me.”
And with that, she turned and walked away.
I collapsed back to the ground and stared at the meal… I didn’t have an appetite because food was the least of my worries.
Drawing in a shaky breath, I murmured a quiet prayer, hoping Dalia would find the bracelet and bring it back. I knew that once the bracelet was clasped around my wrist, the triplets would sense the signal-they would know I was in danger-and come for me.
For several minutes I waited, hoping Dalia would show up, but she didn’t… my panic set in… had she not found it yet or did she get scared and decided not to help? I lifted my head up as I stared at the tiny window, through it, I could tell it was night already, and I wondered what the morning had for me.
Suddenly, I heard the echo of footsteps and I scrambled to my feet. My heart racing… that should be Dalia, she must have found it. The footsteps were getting closer.
Please let it be Dalia. Please let her have the bracelet.
But as the figure stepped out of the shadows and into the torchlight…
My heart sank.
It wasn’t Dalia.
It was Alpha Gabriel.
He stopped just a few feet from the cell, arms folded behind his back, his expression unreadable. The torchlight danced across his sharp features, casting shadows that made him look more like a phantom than a man. I took an involuntary step back and frowned at him.
For a moment none of us said a word as we just stared at each other… I wanted to ask him why? Why did he turn out this way? I thought he liked me… I thought he had feelings for me… I thought… well, I was wrong. He never did. It was all a lie. But it was hard-so hard-to believe that the perfect Alpha Gabriel could be this cruel.
I noticed his eyes moved away from me and got settled on the plate of food on the floor.
“You should eat,” he casually spoke, his eyes still settled on the food like he was avoiding my gaze. “You will need all the strength for tomorrow… because by tomorrow you will be…” He paused, then slowly lifted his eyes to meet mine. “Beheaded.”
My eyes widened, but I swallowed hard and composed myself… I won’t let him see me weak.
So rather than crying or pleading for mercy, I took a step forward to him until the cell bar separated us.
Our eyes interlocked, and I saw it… that look in his eyes… it wasn’t the cold, empty stare of a heartless killer. He didn’t look like those cruel villains in one of those stories… no, he didn’t look at me the way Abigail did… in Gabriel’s eyes, I could see pain… regret and worry, which made me wonder-was he really having second thoughts about doing this? Was he forced to do this?
For a moment, I was confused. But then… I knew.
He didn’t want this.
He didn’t want to do this.
So I decided to feed on that weakness. Push it. Press it. If there was even a crack in his armor, I would break it wide open.
“You know,” I said, my voice low but sharp, “I thought you loved me.”
His jaw tightened slightly.
“I thought I meant something to you,” I pushed on. “All those nights talking. The way you said you liked me.”
I pushed further, feeding off his weakness-his hesitation. “You made me believe you cared… you made me feel safe around you. You said I mattered. Was that all a lie, Gabriel? Were you lying when you touched me? When you looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered?” My voice trembled, not from fear this time-but from the pain of betrayal… Gabriel was like my knight in shining armor…
His lips pressed into a thin line. His jaw tightened.
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