Louis’ POV
“What?” Lennox snapped, spinning so fast the bottle slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.
“She—she woke up screaming,” Lolita stammered. “She doesn’t recognize anyone. She threw a vase at Nora, then a glass of water at me. She’s frightened, crying, and shouting that she wants to go home to Alpha Gabriel.”
“Shit,” Levi muttered, already pushing off the wall and past Lolita.
I followed, Lennox right beside us, moving so fast I almost didn’t recognize him. When we reached her room, we heard the chaos even before the door opened—Olivia’s shrill, panicked voice echoing through the hallway.
“I said leave me alone! Get away from me! I don’t know any of you!”
My heart cracked.
Levi opened the door slowly. Inside, Olivia was curled in a corner of the bed, chest heaving, hair wild. Nora stood at a distance, worried. Broken glass and porcelain littered the floor.
The moment she saw us, her eyes widened—not with recognition, but with fear.
“Don’t come near me!” she cried, her voice hoarse. “Why did you kidnap me? What do you want from me?!”
“Olivia—” Lennox took a step forward, his voice gentle for the first time in hours.
“Don’t say my name like you know me!” she screamed, pressing herself further into the headboard. “Just—just let me go!”
I froze, unable to move, my wolf whimpering. Seeing her so afraid of us was worse than anything I’d ever felt.
Lennox stood still, jaw clenched, eyes glimmering with pain. His hands were balled into fists, as if restraining himself.
Levi looked at her like someone had just stabbed him.
“She’s scared of us,” I whispered, my voice cracking.
Olivia’s eyes darted between us like a cornered animal, breathing fast and shallow. Her fists clutched the blanket.
“Please,” she sobbed, “just let me go. I don’t belong here—I don’t know you!”
“Olivia, you’re safe, I swear—” Levi tried, stepping forward.
She flinched so hard she nearly fell off the bed.
“I SAID STAY AWAY!”
Her voice echoed, raw and hoarse, like her throat was being torn apart.
“I want to see Gabriel!” she shouted. “I want Alpha Gabriel! Bring him here! He’ll come for me!”
My heart plummeted.
Lennox froze.
“I don’t know what kind of sick game this is,” she cried, her voice shaking, “but you can’t keep me here! Gabriel will find me! He loves me!”
A sharp silence fell, broken only by her hiccupped sobs. She wasn’t just scared—she was desperate. Her body trembled, her eyes wild with the belief that Gabriel was her only salvation.
Levi took a slow step back, swallowing hard. Lennox didn’t move; his eyes stayed fixed on her, but his body trembled.
“I—” My voice failed. I turned to Levi, then Lennox. “This isn’t working. We’re not helping her like this.”
“What are you saying?” Levi rasped, barely looking at me.
I clenched my fists and took a burning breath.
“I’m saying we need to talk to Gabriel.”
That got their attention. Levi’s eyes widened. “You want to—what? Ask him for help?”
Lennox growled, stepping forward. “Are you insane? You want to go to the bastard? You think he’ll want to help?”
“She believes he is her husband now,” I snapped. “She’s screaming for him. Crying for him. Right now, he’s the only one she trusts.”
Silence fell, heavy and suffocating.
“I hate it too,” I said, my voice low. “I hate that she thinks he’s her home. But if we want her to calm down, we need Gabriel’s help.”
Lennox’s jaw clenched, his nostrils flaring. I saw the war in his eyes.
“If she stays like this… her condition will worsen,” I continued. “She’ll keep seeing us as the enemy.”
Levi finally nodded. “He is the only one she remembers… she doesn’t even remember her handmaids.”
Lennox didn’t respond. He just stared at Olivia, who sobbed, curled up and flinching away from Nora.
Then he turned away, storming toward the door. “Fine. Let’s call him.”
We walked back to our study in silence. What was there to say?
The moment we stepped into the room, Lennox slammed the door, making the walls rattle. He stalked to the far end, pacing like a caged beast, hands in his hair, breathing heavily.
“This is a fucking nightmare,” Levi muttered, sinking into a leather chair, burying his face in his hands.
I didn’t sit. I walked straight to the desk, grabbed the landline, and stared at it for a moment.
Lennox turned sharply. “Don’t.”
I ignored him.
“Louis, don’t you dare,” he warned, his voice low and threatening.
“She asked for him,” I said coldly, picking up the phone. “We have to try. If there’s even a small chance he can bring her back to us, I’m taking it.”
Levi lifted his head but didn’t stop me. His silence was permission enough.
Lennox’s jaw clenched so hard I thought his teeth might crack.
I didn’t wait. I dialed Gabriel’s direct line—one only a few of us had—and put it on loudspeaker.
It rang once. Twice. Three times. Then it clicked.
“Well, well. I must be dreaming.” Gabriel’s voice crackled through the speaker, and I snarled. “The mighty trio, reaching out to me again? Let me guess… Something happened to Olivia, didn’t it? What did you three do to her this time?”