Olivia’s POV
My whole body stiffened.
A stupid excuse.
A ridiculous excuse.
A shaful excuse.
I frowned so hard my forehead hurt, and I glared straight at Sir Damon.
"How," I whispered at first...
Then my voice rose, sharper, angrier—
"How could you not know where your own son is?"
Sir Damon’s jaw tightened. "Olivia—"
"No!" I snapped, stepping closer. "Don’t Olivia . Don’t act like you’re helpless. Lennox is your son. Your son. And you’re telling Levi hid him, HID him, and you just accepted it?"
His face fell, guilt flooding his features.
I wasn’t done.
"How could you let Levi stop you from seeing your own child?!"
I spat the words, my voice cracking in anger and disbelief.
"Levi is your Alpha son, not your father. How did he control you up to this extent?!"
Sir Damon looked down, sha spreading across his expression.
My hands shook.
I couldn’t understand any of this.
Not one damn thing.
What kind of world was this?
What kind of madness had I woken up into?
"How could Levi hide Lennox from us?" I pushed, tears returning. "How could he hide him from you? From ? From everyone? What kind of man does that?"
Sir Damon tried to reach for , but I stepped back.
"No. Don’t touch ," I whispered.
I felt like the walls were closing in.
"How long has this been happening?" I demanded. "How long have you not seen your own son? How long have you allowed Levi to do this?"
Sir Damon’s eyes glistened.
"Four years," he said quietly.
Everything inside froze.
Four years.
I felt like I had been punched in the chest.
"So for four years," I breathed, my voice trembling, "you haven’t seen Lennox because your own son told you not to?"
His silence was the answer.
All this while I thought it was just that Levi refused to see Lennox because of how I would be reacting, but now I realize I was wrong. It wasn’t just he kept away from seeing Lennox, it was basically everyone.
Rage burned hot in my stomach.
Rage and heartbreak tangled together until I could hardly breathe.
"Sir Damon," I whispered, "Levi had no right. No right at all. Lennox is not a prisoner. He is a man, a son, a mate, a father."
My voice broke.
"And we just left him there."
Sir Damon closed his eyes, guilt weighing on him like a mountain. "I trusted Levi. He said Lennox’s wolf was unstable. He said the healers couldn’t work with outside emotions disturbing him. He said—"
"He said. He said. He said," I interrupted bitterly.
My frown deepened.
"And you believed him."
Sir Damon did not deny it.
I shook my head, tears rolling freely now.
"My dream wasn’t a dream," I whispered. "Lennox is hurting. He’s calling . He’s suffering. And Levi hid him from . From us."
Sir Damon swallowed hard. "Olivia, I’m sorry."
"Sorry?" I laughed painfully. "Sorry won’t fix four years of abandonnt."
His gaze softened, pleading. "Please understand—"
"I understand one thing," I cut in coldly. "Levi will answer to ."
Sir Damon’s eyes widened. "Olivi..."
I didn’t give him the chance to speak. Instead, I returned to my room.
I closed the door quietly, but the mont it clicked shut, my legs gave out, and I slid down the wall, covering my face with my hands. I shut my eyes, breathing shakily, trying to steady myself.
I couldn’t trust Levi now.
I couldn’t trust Louis.
I couldn’t trust Sir Damon.
But there was one person,
one Alpha,
one man who never lied to ,
never hid anything from ,
never sugarcoated the truth.
Alpha Damien.
Even though we lived on opposite sides of the world, even though his ti zone was completely different...
I didn’t care.
He was my only chance.
With shaking hands, I grabbed my phone and dialed his number.
It rang once.
Twice.
Three tis.
My heart dropped—
Then—
"Olivia?"
His deep voice filled my ear.
I exhaled sharply, a sob catching in my throat. "Alpha Damien, I’m sorry for calling so late. I don’t know what ti it is there—"
"It’s fine," he said calmly. "Tell what’s wrong."
My voice trembled. "It’s Lennox. I had a dream about him. A horrible one. I swear it felt real. Damien, I think he’s suffering. I think sothing is wrong. I need your help. Please..."
He didn’t answer imdiately.
The silence made my stomach twist.
After a mont he spoke, his voice low and serious.
"Olivia, I won’t lie to you."
My breath stopped.
Damien never said that unless sothing important was coming.
He exhaled quietly.
"I know where Lennox is."
My eyes widened, my fingers tightening around the phone.
"You, you what?"
"I know where he is," Damien repeated. "I’ve seen him. From ti to ti."
My heart slamd against my ribs.
Tears filled my eyes instantly.
"How? How, Damien? Did Levi tell you?"
"No." His voice was firm. "Levi never told a thing. I didn’t need him to tell ."
My breath ca in sharp gasps.
Damien continued, "I have resources. Good ones. People who owe favors. People who specialize in tracking. So I asked them to look."
"And?" I whispered.
"And they found him."
A sob escaped my lips.
Damien hesitated before adding quietly,
"I actually saw him last month."
A sharp pain stabbed my chest.
Last month.
Damien saw him last month...
but I, his mate, his Olivia, didn’t even know if he was alive.
"Damien," my voice cracked, "please, please tell where he is. I’m begging you. I haven’t seen him in four years. I didn’t even know where he was. I didn’t even try to find him because Levi kept lying—"
"Olivia," Damien said more softly. "Calm down. Breathe."
"I can’t," I cried. "Not until you tell ."
Another pause.
A heavy one.
Like he was preparing himself for my reaction.
Then—
"Give a mont to think about it. I will call you back, okay?"
Alpha Damien’s words sliced straight into my chest.
"No, Damien, please—"
But the line clicked.
He ended the call.
Just like that.
The room fell silent.
I squeezed my phone hard.
He knew where Lennox was.
He saw him.
He had answers.
And now he needed a mont to think.
I couldn’t.
I couldn’t wait.
Not after four years.
Not after that dream.
My chest tightened, painful and suffocating, when suddenly—
Knock. Knock.
I froze.
The last person I wanted to see right now...
Levi.
His scent seeped through the cracks of the door before I even opened my mouth.
"Olivia," he called softly. "Can we talk?"
Talk?
Talk?
The laugh that escaped was bitter and cold.
"Levi," I said without moving from the floor, "if you open that door, I will say things you won’t recover from."
Silence.
He didn’t open the door, but he didn’t leave either.
"Olivia, please." His voice held guilt, fear, desperation. "Just let explain."
Explain?
I slowly stood up, wiped my face, and walked to the door.
I opened it just enough to look him dead in the eyes.
The mont he saw my tear-streaked face, his shoulders dropped.
"Liv—"
"You have until the end of today," I whispered coldly.
Levi blinked. "What?"
"You heard ."
He opened his mouth, but I lifted my hand, shutting him up with a single gesture.
"You have until the end of today to tell where Lennox is."
His heart skipped. I heard it. Felt it.
"Olivia, it’s not that simple—"
"Shut up."
He flinched.
I stepped closer, my voice low and trembling with rage I could barely control.
"Levi, you know ."
His lips parted slightly, confused and scared.
"You know the Olivia from four years ago. You know the things I can do when I am pushed too far. You know the kind of drastic decisions I can take."
He swallowed hard.
"So don’t test ," I whispered. "Don’t force into a place you won’t like."
His wolf whimpered.
Good.
"Twenty-four hours," I continued, dead serious. "If by the end of the day you don’t tell Lennox’s location..."
I stepped even closer, staring straight into his soul.
"...the action I will take, Levi, you won’t like it."
The threat lingered in the air like a storm cloud.
Levi opened his mouth to beg, but I didn’t let him.
I turned around.
And without another word, I walked away.
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