Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Olivia’s POV
I screamed
And shot up in bed.
My heart was beating so hard it felt like it could break through my ribs. The dream still clung to me like fog silver light, my grandmother’s voice, the altar, the three moons hanging low in the sky.
For a moment, I didn’t know where I was.
Pain shot through my head as tried to recall.
Then slowly, reality came back.
This wasn’t my room.
The walls around me were made of dark stone, smooth and shiny, with black and gold designs that reflected the soft light in the room. The ceiling was very high, carved with strange patterns I didn’t understand. A large chandelier hung above, its crystals shining and spreading light everywhere like tiny stars.
Everything about the room felt… strong.
Heavy. $11
Masculine.
The bed I was lying on was huge, covered with dark silk sheets that felt too expensive for someone like me to even touch.
Then I smelled it.
Jasmine.
But not soft and sweet.
This one was deeper. Stronger. Mixed with something dark and powerful.
My heart skipped.
Alpha Kingsley.
“Wait… why am I here?” I muttered, looking down at the sheets I was holding tightly.
“A nightmare?”
“You still have nightmares at your age” it sounded somehow laced with playful mockery.
I froze.
His voice was low and calm and very close.
Slowly, I turned my head.
He was standing a few steps away from the bed, his arms crossed over his chest. Just like always, he looked calm. Controlled. Untouchable.
But there was a small frown on his face.
Was that worry?
No.
Don’t be stupid, Olivia.
“You fainted at training,” he said. “The healer checked you. She said you’ll be fine, but you need to rest.”
His eyes moved over me slowly not in a bad way, but it felt strange.
My fingers tightened on the bed.
Why is he looking at me like that?
“What really happened?” he asked.
I swallowed.
“I don’t know,” I said quietly. “She touched my hand and then… everything went blank.”
The memory felt unclear. I remembered Isabel grabbing me. The heat. The strange feeling in my chest. Then nothing.
He stared at me for a while, like he was trying to understand something.
Then he moved closer.
My heart sped up again. immediately.
Why is he coming closer?
He stopped beside the bed and leaned down a little.
My breath got stuck.
Is he going to
My eyes closed on their own.
Our heads were almost touching.
I could feel his warmth. His breath close to my face. My breathing was loud in my ears.
And then
Clink.
I opened my eyes.
He was just reaching past me to pick up a glass of water.
He straightened, glass in hand, a small smile on his lips.
“What were you thinking?” he asked.
Oh.
Oh no.
Embarrassment hit me hard.
Why did I think he was going to kiss me?
What is wrong with me?
“Take this,” he said, handing me the glass. A pill was already dissolved inside. “It will help you recover.
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I reached for it, trying to act normal.
Our fingers touched.
Just a little.
But it felt like a spark ran through my whole body.
I pulled back a bit and almost spilled the water.
“Careful,” he said, a small smirk on his lips.
He did that on purpose.
I quickly drank the water and placed the glass down.
“I should go back to my room,” I said quickly. “I’m fine now.”
I moved my legs off the bed and tried to stand.
Bad idea.
The room spun a little, and before I could steady myself, his hand grabbed my wrist.
The pull made me lose balance.
I slipped
But instead of falling, I crashed into him.
His arms wrapped around me quickly to stop me from falling.
His chest was hard.
His arms were strong.
My hands held onto him without thinking.
I could feel the warmth of his body on mine.
His scent surrounded me completely. My mind went blank. My body tensed up.
I could feel his heartbeat under my hand.
“What are you doing?” he asked softly.
“I….I’m sorry!” I tried to move away.
In my panic, my hand slipped lower
And touched something very firm right in–between his legs.
His whole body froze.
Still
So did mine
Oh.
Oh my God.
My brain stopped working.
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I pulled my hand back quickly like I had touched fire.
“I’m so sorry!” I said fast. “I didn’t mean to! I swear!”
He looked down at me.
Then slowly back at my face.
And smiled.
“And what exactly are you apologizing for?” he asked calmly.
How is he so calm?!
My face felt hot.
“I–You–That-“I couldn’t even speak properly.
He gently put me back on the bed.
Like nothing happened.
Like I didn’t just do that.
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“Olivia, come back to your senses,” I told myself. “You are going to get yourself killed.”
“Are you thinking about what you just touched?” he asked suddenly.
I froze.
“No!” I said quickly, my voice cracking.
He raised an eyebrow.
“You can’t even talk properly,” he teased.
I covered my face with both hands.
This is the worst day of my life.
He stepped back a little, still watching me.
“You’re staying here,” he said.
I looked up fast.
“What?”
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“The healer said you shouldn’t stress yourself,” he replied. “And clearly, you can’t even stand without creating trouble.”
“I can take care of myself!” I said quickly.
He just looked at me.
Like he didn’t believe me at all.
“Really?” he said slowly. “Because you were holding onto me very tightly just now, like you couldn’t let go.”
My face burned again.
“You even held my…”
“Stop!” I cut him off quickly.
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He looked very amused.
“That settles it,” he said calmly. “The bed is big enough for two.”
My brain stopped again.
Two?
Sleep?
Here?
With him?
“Relax,” he added as he walked to the door. “Just keep your hands to yourself and don’t go touching things you shouldn’t.”
He walked out confidently, leaving me staring at him.
The door closed quietly.
The room became silent.
I slowly lay back down and stared at the ceiling.
“Bastard,” I muttered.
My heart was still beating fast.
My skin still felt warm where he touched me.
And the worst part?
When I fell on him…
He didn’t push me away.
He held me.
And when our fingers touched earlier…
His breathing changed too.
I’m not imagining it.
Right?
I buried my face in the pillow.
What kind of situation have I entered like this?
I muttered to myself.