Alpha Enzo’s POV
“No, please, leave me.” A faint voice broke through my sleep, prompting me to open my eyes. With a furrowed brow, I looked at Olivia and realized she was trembling and whispering in her sleep. “Please, don’t kill me,” she pleaded in a low, frightened voice, and my frown deepened. It was clear she was having a nightmare, and I knew I had to do something.
Slowly, I moved closer and placed my hand on her shoulder. Her back was turned to me. “Olivia,” I whispered softly. “Wake up, you’re having a nightmare.”
She didn’t wake up; instead, she continued to murmur, her eyes tightly shut, discomfort etched across her face. “Olivia,” I called out again, this time gently shaking her, but she still didn’t wake up.
Worry surged through me as I contemplated on what to do. Whatever d
