Ollie’s POV
When I blink my eyes open again, I’m in my bed in my bedroom. Ella is sitting in a chair pulled up beside the bed. She was reading a book, which she now places down into her lap. Seeing that I’m awake, she immediately asks, “Why did you let things get this bad again?”
She knows as well as I that my weakness derives from repressing the true nature of my wolf and the mating bond I share with the quadruplets. She was there when the school doctor had scolded me for this same thing.
“You told off Hugh yesterday, and I applauded you for it,” she says. “But I never would have done so if I knew you have been feeling weak again. You need to fix things with him and see him again.”
“Absolutely not,” I say, though inside I know the words are the truth. In a perfect world, I’d be able t
