Jensen POV
I sat quietly on the edge of the bed, listening to every word Freya said about her dream.
The fear in her eyes unsettled me more than the story itself.
Part of me wanted to believe it was only a nightmare—her mind trying to process everything she’d been through—but another part of me couldn’t ignore the way her voice trembled when she spoke about it. Like somewhere deep down, she believed every second had been real.
So I mind linked Josh.
‘Hey, birthday boy,’ I said casually, trying to lighten my own mood.
His laugh echoed instantly through the link.
‘Jenny, my Alpha, my everything. Why thank you, handsome.’
I snorted under my breath.
‘Did you have a weird dream last night? Because my gorgeous mate is sounding slightly insane.’
Across the room, Freya narrowed her eyes
