Chapter 7

Agatha’s POV

“Laida... Laida...”

That name again. I hear it every night in my dreams. It sounds familiar, but I don’t know who she is.

Every time I hear it, I wake up crying. It makes me feel empty, like something important is missing. I don’t even sleep well anymore.

I slowly opened my eyes. They were wet with tears. The strong smell of medicine hit me. I looked around—I was in a hospital.

Beside me, I saw my mom. She was crying.

Oh no.

She had told me not to get into trouble. She didn’t want me to end up like my dad. Seeing her cry like this made my chest ache. I hated seeing her in pain.

“Mom,” I whispered, my voice weak as I reached for her.

She looked up right away, her eyes wide. “Oh! My baby! You’re awake!” she cried as she pulled me into a soft hug and kissed my forehead over and over.

My head still hurt. I winced when I tried to sit up.

“Easy, Agatha,” she said gently, helping me sit.

And then it all came back.

The fight.

The punch.

Rhunar.

Fenrik.

The kiss.

The pain.

“Mom… where are Rhunar and Fenrik?” I asked quickly.

She gave me a sharp look. “Are you serious right now? You almost died because of them, and you’re still asking about those boys?”

“Please, just tell me,” I said softly.

She sighed deeply. “Fine. The Vale brothers are okay. They were the ones who rushed you here. Rhunar is with the Beta, talking about some pack matters. Fenrik went to get me a cup of tea.”

I let out a breath of relief.

So, they’re okay.

I leaned back gently into the bed and closed my eyes for a moment, thankful they weren’t hurt too.

Just then, the door opened, and Fenrik walked in holding a cup of tea.

“Oh, she’s awake,” he said with a small smile as he walked over and handed the tea to my mom.

“Thank you, my son,” my mom said kindly as she took the cup from him.

“All my pleasure, Mrs. Morrow,” Fenrik replied, still smiling.

I looked at the two of them. There was something strange—something about how they talked, how they looked at each other. I couldn’t explain it, but it made me wonder. What is it between them?

“Agatha, how are you feeling now?” Fenrik asked as he moved closer to my bedside.

“I’m fine, Fenrik. Just a little pain in my head, but I think it’ll go away soon,” I said softly.

He reached out and touched my forehead gently, like he was checking my temperature.

The moment his hand touched me, I felt something.

A spark.

Was that normal?

“You need to rest well,” he said, his eyes full of worry. He wasn’t smiling now. He looked serious… and maybe a little sad.

“I need to go sign some documents,” my mom said, standing up from her chair. “Fenrik, please stay with her until I get back.”

“Of course, Mrs. Morrow,” he said, nodding and giving her a small smile.

He kept smiling at her until the door closed behind her.

Then, the room went quiet.

He sat beside me.

And for the first time, there was no joke, no teasing in his voice.

“Omega… I’m really sorry about what happened at the party,” he said quietly. “I lost control. I didn’t know you would get hurt. I swear I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”

I looked at him, and suddenly my chest tightened.

“No, it’s my fault,” I said, my voice shaking. “I kissed you… just to make Rhunar jealous. I didn’t think it would turn into a fight. I didn’t mean for anyone to get hurt…” My voice broke as tears rolled down my cheeks. “It’s all my fault that you two started fighting…”

“No, no, no, Omega,” Fenrik said quickly, reaching out to gently hold my hand. “It’s not your fault. Brothers fight. We’ve been fighting long before you came into the picture.”

He looked into my eyes, soft and full of care. “You’re not the reason. It was already there—waiting. You didn’t start the fire. You just walked into it.”

His words were calm, trying to make me feel better.

But deep down… I still felt like the one to blame.

“Why is Rhunar not here?” I asked quietly, turning my head to look at Fenrik.

His face changed right away. His smile faded, and his eyes looked a little colder.

“Well, your prince charming isn’t here because he’s busy talking with his future father-in-law,” Fenrik said, his voice sharp and full of sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes. “He’s not engaged to Lya.”

Fenrik raised a brow. “Are you sure? Because from what I see, it looks like they’re getting married soon. She just turned twenty-one, and that’s the right age, isn’t it?”

He wasn’t wrong. Lya had just turned twenty-one. It was the usual age for wolves to marry, especially those from strong bloodlines.

But still… Rhunar would’ve told me. He always told me everything. If he was getting engaged to her, I would’ve been the first to know.

I tried to shake the thought away, but it stayed, like a stone sitting in my chest.

Fenrik reached forward again and gently touched my forehead, checking my temperature. His hand was warm, careful. He didn’t say anything, but his eyes looked at me like I was something fragile.

Then the door opened.

A young nurse walked in holding a tray. She paused when she saw us.

“Oh,” she said with a little blush, smiling at Fenrik. “Looks like your girlfriend is in safe hands.”

Fenrik didn’t say a word. He just looked over at me.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out right away.

Then I sat up a little straighter and slowly moved Fenrik’s hand off my forehead. My face turned to the nurse with a small, polite smile.

“No,” I said, my voice calm but clear. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

The nurse blinked, a little surprised. Her smile faded a bit.

Fenrik looked at me quietly. He didn’t laugh or tease. He just pulled his hand back and sat there… watching me.

The air in the room felt different now.

Not loud. Not angry.

Just quiet.

Too quiet.