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 at first. The panic in them made so concerned, but when she saw —really saw —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 firmly as if she needed proof that I was real. Her gaze searched desperately, scanning every line, every shadow of my face, like she expected to vanish or shift into sothing else.

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

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

My wolf pushed at , 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 , Olivia. Nothing’s going to hurt you."

My wolf prowled inside , 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 , Olivia."

Her eyes brimd with fresh fear, and her voice broke as she whispered, "You... and your brothers. You were lying in a pool of your blood."

My chest clenched. For a mont, I couldn’t breathe. But I kept a calm expression.

Her hands shook 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 mory. Tears clung to her lashes, sliding down onto my fingers where I held her face. "I thought I lost you. All of you."

I swallowed hard, pushing back the cold weight pressing at my ribs. I cupped her tighter, forcing her to et my gaze. "Look at ," I said firmly, though my tone softened at the edges. "We’re here. I’m here. No one is bleeding, no one is dying. It was a dream, Olivia."

But even as I spoke, I knew it didn’t feel like just a dream, but I didn’t want Olivia to feel my worry.

I pressed a kiss against her forehead, anchoring us both. "You won’t lose . Do you hear ? No matter what you saw... you won’t lose us."

She nodded faintly and rested 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 sothing so vivid, but deep down, I sensed it wasn’t just ordinary—it felt like a warning. And I knew I had to tell Lennox and Levi about it.

"Louis, I’m worried." Olivia suddenly spoke after a few monts of silence. Before I could ask why, she continued. "Frederick is bent on marrying , and my mother is in support of it."

Her words tightened sothing in my chest instantly. Frederick. Even his na on her lips made my wolf bristle, angry and restless.

"Frederick is not taking no for an answer," she whispered, her voice raw, heavy with dread. "And I’m worried."

I stilled, my hand still stroking her hair. The protective fire inside surged, threatening to spill, but I kept my voice steady for her sake. "He won’t have you, Olivia. Not while I breathe."

Her grip on my waist tightened. "You don’t understand, Louis... he’s dangerous. The way he looks at , the way he—" Her voice cracked, and she buried her face against my chest. "And with Mother on his side, he’ll do anything to make it happen."

I pressed a kiss to the top of her head, my jaw clenched so tight in anger. "Listen to ," I murmured, each word edged with a vow. "You are not his. You are ours. And no alliance, no sche, no pressure will change that."

She trembled against , silent, but I felt her heart hamring wildly beneath my palm.

"I’ll tell Lennox and Levi," I continued firmly, already deciding. "They 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 you."

Her head lifted slightly, her tear-bright eyes searching mine. "I don’t want this to result in bloodshed."

Now I understood her fear... she wasn’t only scared of Frederick—she was terrified of losing us to him.

I brushed my thumb gently across her cheek, softening my tone. "Nothing is going to happen to us... we will take care of Frederick," I assured her.

She seed to believe , but the worry in her was still there, buried in the depths of her eyes, yet when I leaned in and pressed my lips to hers, I felt it soften. The kiss was gentle, lingering, carrying every promise I couldn’t put into words. My hand cupped the back of her head as she lted against , her body relaxing little by little until the tension finally eased.

When I pulled back, she exhaled shakily, then tucked her face into my chest. Her breathing slowed, the weight of exhaustion pulling her under. Within minutes, she drifted into sleep, her arms wrapped around like she never wanted to let go.

I held her close, brushing a kiss to the crown of her head, and allowed myself to relax too. It didn’t take long—I drifted to sleep too. With Olivia there, peace ca easily. The night passed like a balm to my soul, and I slept deeply, not knowing morning had arrived until a sudden tug yanked at my mind, sharp enough to jolt awake.

I blinked awake, my wolf instantly on guard. It was Lennox.

"Louis." His voice was firm but carried an edge of unease. "Calvin is here. He’s demanding to see Olivia. He says she is not ho, and she’s not responding to him. He thinks she is here," he said slowly.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. What a way to be dragged awake.

"Louis." Lennox called out and paused. His pause was heavy, suspicious. "Is Olivia with you?"

I sat up slowly, careful not to wake her, though my jaw tightened. Damn it. Of course Calvin would choose now to co sniffing around. And Lennox—he already suspected.

I glanced down at Olivia sleeping peacefully against , my arm still around her. My chest ached at the thought of anyone dragging her back into that chaos.

"Lennox," I answered through the link, keeping my tone flat, calm. "She’s safe. That’s all you need to know right now."

But I knew this wasn’t going to end here.