<b>Chapter </b>147: Memories <b>and </b><b>Nightmares </b>
Chapter <b>147</b><b>: </b>Memories and Nightmares
<b>(</b><b>Connor’s </b>POV)
<b>Olivia </b>perhaps really doesn’t remember Adrian Sinir, but it’s hard for me to forget.
I recalled myplex rtionship with Adrian during our university years. We were bothw <b>students </b>from rival schools within the Northern Territory – I attended Riverdale University while he studied <b>at </b><b>the </b><bpeting </bw school across town.
Despite attending different universities, we were constantlypared. Both of us were recognized <b>as </b>the most eligible bachelors in our respective schools, known for outstanding appearance and academic achievements.
Our werewolf bloodlines only Intensified the naturalpetition. I came from the prestigious Rivers pack while Adrian belonged to the respected but lesser Sinir lineage.
The rivalry was inevitable. Two Alpha heirs, both destined for greatness<b>, </b>both pursuing excellence in <b>the </b>same field.
But there was one memory that impressed me most deeply. Adrian’s public confession to Olivia Winters during our university years.
It was Christmas Eve, a time perfectly suited for romantic derations. Adrian had borately arranged winter roses in a heart shape on the Riverdale University campus courtyard.
He stood in the center with a guitar, his refined features highlighted by those signature gold–rimmed sses. His voice carried across the snow–covered grounds as he sang love songs.
At that time, I was a graduate student at Diverdale University. I had the habit of evening runs to manage my
Alpha energy and patrol the territory.
That night, during my usual route, I heard students discussing something exciting. The heir of Sinir pack
was making a grand romantic gesture, they whispered.
<b>I </b>originally didn’t pay attention to campus gossip. But as I moved closer, I gradually heard a familiar name
from the crowd gathering around the spectacle.
Olivia Winters.
My ice–blue eyes narrowed as I slowed my pace. I could clearly hear the gossip saying that Adrian liked Olivia, the brilliantw student known for her beauty and intelligence.
Some students thought the two were a perfect match – both academically gifted and from respectable werewolf families. Many female students were heartbroken to see their campus heartthrob pursuing
someone else.
My wolf bristled with an emotion I didn’t want to acknowledge. I changed direction and walked <b>towards </b><b>the </b>
center of the courtyard.
Adrian was surrounded by the crowd, ying guitar and singing with genuine affection in his voice. His performance was polished, confident, designed to impress.
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<b>After </b><b>the </b><b>love </b><b>song </b><b>ended</b><b>, </b><b>someone </b><b>brought </b><b>Olivia </b><b>to where </b><b>Adrian </b>walted, I <b>stood </b>among the crowd, m <b>expression carefully </b><b>controlled</b><b>, </b>watching what <b>I </b>Internally dismissed as a theatrical disy of affection
<b>But </b><b>my </b>heart was racing.
<b>Adrian </b>handed the bouquet of winter roses to the young woman before him. His voice was <b>extremely </b>gentle <b>and </b>sincere<b>. </b>
<b>“</b>Olivia Winters, I’ve admired you for so long. Would you honor me by bing my mate<b>?</b><b>” </b>
The crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheering, then fell into expectant silence. Everyone waited <b>for </b><b>Olivia’s </b><b>response</b>.
The winter night air was filled with falling snow that created a romantic atmosphere. It seemed like even <b>the </b>moon goddess herself was blessing this moment.
Adrian held the roses with steady hands. His tall figure stood confidently in the center of the crowd, handsome andposed,manding everyone’s attention.
He wasn’t only outstanding in appearance and academics, but also came from an excellent werewolf <b>lineage</b>. He was the heir apparent of the respected Sinir pack.
To most observers<b>, </b>it seemed like a destined pairing. I found myself holding my breath, my hands clenched <b>at </b>my sides, my heart racing with anxiety I refused to examine.
However, Olivia’s answer surprised everyone present.
“I’m sorry, Adrian, but I can’t ept your proposal.”
The confident smile on Adrian’s lips faded. The winter wind tousled his dark hair as the courtyard lighting couldn’t quite hide the disappointment crossing his features.
“May I ask why?” His voice carried a slight tremor, betraying emotions he tried to keep controlled.
The young woman pressed her lips together. Her amber eyes were steady and her tone revealed no emotional
turbulence.
“Because I’m not interested in romantic rtionships right now, and I don’t have time for courtship. I’m <b>sorry </b>I
can’t ept your feelings.”
The crowd erupted in surprised murmurs once again. My wolf practically purred with satisfaction, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth.
Olivia turned and walked away after speaking. She never once reached for the bouquet of roses.
I knew that Olivia had attracted many suitors during her university years. She probably had to reject more than a dozen such proposals annually<b>, </b>so it was understandable she might not remember every werewolf
who had pursued her.
But I remembered clearly. The names and faces of everyone who had dared to court Olivia Winters were
burned into my memory.
Therefore, when I saw Adrian and Olivia together at Howling Moon Steakhouse on Valentine’s Day, I fe… genuine surge of territorial concern.
Recalling this memory now, my ice–blue eyes darkened with possessive intensity.
“I didn’t expect that after <b>so </b>many years<b>, </b>you still haven’t given up pursuing her.”
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nave to thank Alpha Connor for giving me this opportunity.”
My <b>gaze </b>sharpened with Alpha authority as I studied the other man.
<b>“</b><b>Stay </b>away from her, Sinir.”
Adrian raised his eyebrows slightly. His voice remained respectfully measured.
“What right does Alpha Connor have to make such demands of me?”
My lip curled with cold confidence.
“You won’t seed. Olivia only has me in her heart now.”
Adrian remained unruffled, still maintaining his gentle, schrly appearance.
“Then I suppose we’ll see what the future holds.”
(Olivia’s POV)
That night, I had a nightmare that felt more vivid than any dream should.
In my subconscious, I was running through an empty, boundless wilderness under a blood–red moon. Behind me were vicious rogue werewolves, their howls echoing through the night as they pursued me with predatory intent.
I ran forward desperately. My wolf form pushed my human consciousness to flee faster.
Suddenly, the scene shifted. I felt ws grabbing my throat.
Frederick Warner’s face suddenly loomed before my eyes, magnified and distorted. The exiled werewolf’s smile was cold and menacing, like a vengeful spirit from the shadow realming to im my life.
My breathing becamebored as his grip tightened. Just as I felt consciousness slipping away, the nightmare shifted again.
I saw my half–sister Grace Winters tied to a chair. Frederick was smiling as he poured wolfsbaneced gasoline around the terrified child.
“No! Don’t!” I screamed in my dream, my wolf howling in anguish. “Don’t touch her! Stop!”
Suddenly, Frederick’s face began to twist and distort. It morphed into that of the deranged werewolf who had attacked Moow Legal Services with a silver dagger.
“Go to hell-” the attacker snarled as he lunged at me with concentrated silver solution. His eyes were wild
with madness.
“Ah-” I screamed and jolted awake from the nightmare.
My entire body was covered in cold sweat. My heart was racing as my wolf retreated deep within my
consciousness.
The night was quiet and still around my apartment. In the darkness, my rapid breathing was the only <b>sound </b>breaking the silence.
After several long minutes, I gradually returned to full awareness. My amber eyes adjusted to the dim room. My phone screen illuminated, casting pale light across my face. Checking the time, I saw it was 3:30 in the
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<b>Adrian </b>smiled, <b>his </b><b>demeanor </b><b>calm </b>and unhurried <b>behind </b><b>his </b>gold<b>–</b><b>rimmed </b>sses.
also have <b>to </b>thank <b>Alpha </b><b>Connor </b><b>for </b><b>giving </b>me <b>this </b><b>opportunity </b>
<b>My </b><b>gaze </b>sharpened <b>with </b><b>Alpha </b>authority as I studied the other <b>man</b>.
<b>Stay </b><b>away </b><b>from </b>her<b>, </b>Sinir.”
<b>Adrian </b>raised his eyebrows slightly. His voice remained respectfully measured.
<b>“</b><b>What </b>right does Alpha Connor have to make such demands of me<b>?</b>”
My <b>lip </b>curled with cold confidence.
<b>“</b>You won’t seed. Olivia only has me in her heart now.”
Adrian remained unruffled, still maintaining his gentle, schrly appearance.
“Then I suppose we’ll see what the future holds.”
(Olivia’s POV)
That night, I had a nightmare that felt more vivid than any dream should.
through an empty, boundless wilderness under a blood–red moon. Behind In my subconscious, I was <i>runnin </i>me were vicious rogue werewolves, their howls echoing through the night as they pursued me with predatory
intent.
I ran forward desperately. My wolf form pushed my human consciousness to flee faster.
Suddenly, the scene shifted. I felt ws grabbing my throat.
Frederick Warner’s face suddenly loomed before my eyes, magnified and distorted. The exiled werewolf’s smile was cold and menacing, like a vengeful spirit from the shadow realming to im my life.
My breathing becamebored as his grip tightened. Just as I felt consciousness slipping away<b>, </b><b>the </b>nightmare shifted again.
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I saw my half–sister Grace Winters tied to a chair. Frederick was smiling as he poured wolfsbaneced gasoline around the terrified child.
“No! Don’t<b>!</b><b>” </b>I screamed in my dream, my wolf howling in anguish. “Don’t touch her! Stop!”
Suddenly, Frederick’s face began to twist and distort. It morphed into that of the deranged werewolf who had attacked Moow Legal Services with a silver dagger.
“Go to hell-” the attacker snarled as he lunged at me with concentrated silver solution. His eyes were wild
with madness<b>. </b>
“Ah-” I screamed and jolted awake from the nightmare.
My entire body was covered in cold sweat. My heart was racing as my wolf retreated deep within my
consciousness.
The night was quiet and still around my apartment. In the darkness, my rapid breathing was <b>the </b>only <b>sound </b>breaking the silence.
After several long minutes, <b>I </b>gradually returned to full awareness. My amber eyes adjusted to the dim <b>room</b>. My phone screen illuminated, casting pale light across my face. Checking the time, I <b>saw </b>it was 3:30 <b>in </b>the
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