Dreaming Liam Lockwood

Isla Hart sat on the worn-out couch in her small apartment, staring at the check that had changed her life. Three million dollars. It felt surreal, like a dream she couldn’t quite wake up from. Just a few weeks ago, she was drowning in debt, struggling to pay her rent, and worrying about her evil boss who delayed paying her salary for the past two months. Now, she had enough money to breathe, to live, and to finally take care of herself.

With a smile creeping onto her face, she thought about how she had paid off all her rent dues. The weight that had been pressing down on her shoulders for so long had finally lifted. She could finally sleep without the gnawing anxiety of eviction. And then there was the refrigerator. Her old one had been a rusting hunk of metal, barely keeping her food cold. Now, she had a shiny new fridge, its stainless steel surface gleaming in the light of her tiny kitchen. It felt like a luxury she had never imagined she could afford.

But the most astonishing change was the dental care. One of her molars had been aching for months. Now, with the money in her bank account, she had made an appointment with a top-tier dentist in the city. The root canal had been a breeze compared to the pain she had endured before. As she looked in the mirror, she couldn’t help but smile at her reflection. Her teeth were finally healthy, and she felt a surge of confidence she had never known before. 

Yet, even with all these changes, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts about one person: Liam Lockwood. The man who had saved her, who had given her this incredible gift. He was always there, lurking in the corners of her mind, like a shadow that refused to leave.

Every night, as she drifted off to sleep, her dreams were filled with him. Liam’s striking blue hunter's eyes haunted her, piercing through the darkness of her dreams like a beacon. They were the color of the ocean, deep and mysterious, and they held a power that made her heart race. She could see his thick, well-defined eyebrows, framing those captivating eyes, and his full, sensual lips that seemed to whisper secrets meant only for her.

In her dreams, he was always there, his high cheekbones sculpted as if an angel had carved them from marble. His perfect jawline and muscular body made her feel ecstatic. He was divine, a creature of strength and beauty, and she couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.

Isla often found herself lost in thoughts of the moments they had shared, even if they were brief. The way he had held her, the warmth of his arms around her, made her feel safe and cherished. She could still feel the intensity of his gaze, the way he had looked at her as if she were the only person in the world.

But it wasn’t just the dreams that consumed her. She swore she had seen him a couple of times while shopping at the grocery store. Her heart would leap in her chest, and she would follow the tall, broad figure, hoping it was him. But every time, she would lose him in the crowd, and it would turn out to be just a trick of her mind. 

“What is happening to me?” she whispered to herself, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. Was she really hallucinating? Or was her heart simply longing for someone who had changed her life in ways she couldn’t fully understand?

As she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, she couldn’t shake the feeling that Liam was somehow a part of her destiny. The dreams felt so real, and the connection she felt with him was undeniable. She closed her eyes, picturing him once more, and let herself drift into the world of dreams where he was always waiting for her.

In that moment, Isla knew one thing for sure: her life had changed forever, and Liam Lockwood was at the center of it all. And that she needed help!

…..

Isla sat in the therapist's office, the soft hum of the air conditioning filling the silence. The walls were painted a calming shade of blue, and the plush chair she sat in felt comforting beneath her. But despite the soothing environment, her heart raced with anxiety. It had been seven days of dreaming about Liam Lockwood, and she was beginning to feel like she was losing her grip on reality.

“Isla, it’s completely normal to have a crush,” Dr. Bennett said, her voice gentle and reassuring. “Especially after such a life-changing event. You’ve been through a lot, and it’s natural to project your feelings onto someone who has made a significant impact on your life.”

“But I can’t stop thinking about him,” Isla replied, her voice trembling slightly. “It feels crazy. I wake up and he’s the first thing on my mind. I dream about him every night. It’s like he’s taken over my thoughts.”

Dr. Bennett nodded, her expression understanding. “It’s not crazy, Isla. You’re processing your emotions. You’ve experienced a whirlwind of changes. You say that you were almost close to death and that man saved your life. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed. You’re human, after all.”

The word “human” struck Isla like a bolt of lightning. She was not just a human. Even though her wolf, Selene, had died, she still felt a connection to that part of herself. The memories of running through the forest, the thrill of the moonlight on her fur, and the bond she had shared with Selene were still vivid in her mind. She missed it deeply.

“Human,” she whispered, closing her eyes as Dr. Bennett encouraged her to breathe deeply. Inhale… one, two, three… exhale… one, two, three. She focused on her breath, trying to calm the storm inside her. But as she breathed, a realization struck her.

‘I lost my wolf, but I’m still a wolf,’ she thought to herself, still focusing on her breathing. ‘Even if that part of me is dead, it’s still a part of who I am. I still think and feel everything like a werewolf does.’

It was a well known fact that werewolves are known for feeling emotions intensely—passion, love, longing. It’s part of her nature. 

Isla took a deep breath, letting the therapist’s words wash over her. It was strange, yes, but it felt right. The intensity of her feelings for Liam was a reflection of her true self, a self that was still very much alive, even if it was different now.

As she sat there, she felt a flicker of hope. She was not crazy at all - she was just a werewolf with passionate feelings. And she will get past this - as the first few days were really tough for any werewolf to forget a crush. After three weeks she can do much better than this - completely forget Liam Lockwood and move on with her life. 

“Thank you,” Isla said softly, opening her green eyes after the breathing exercise, a small smile breaking through her uncertainty. “I think I’m starting to understand.”

Dr. Bennett nodded, her eyes warm with encouragement. “Just take it one day at a time, Isla. You’re not alone in this. You are a strong, beautiful girl. Don't forget this.”

And for the first time in a long while, Isla felt a sense of peace. She was still a wolf at heart, and perhaps that was enough.

…..

That night, at 10 PM, Isla sank into her bed, feeling lighter than she had in days. The weight of her thoughts had lifted, and for the first time in a long while, she felt relaxed and free. The dreams of Liam Lockwood had faded into the background, replaced by a sense of calm that wrapped around her like a warm blanket. She closed her eyes, ready to drift off into a peaceful sleep.

But just as she began to slip away, the shrill sound of her phone ringing jolted her awake. Groggy and disoriented, she fumbled for her phone on the nightstand, her heart racing as she wondered who could be calling at this hour.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Good evening, Miss Isla Hart,” a smooth, professional voice replied. “This is Rebecca from Victoria’s Secret. I hope I’m not disturbing you.”

Isla’s heart skipped a beat. Victoria’s Secret? Was this real? She sat up straight, suddenly wide awake. “Um, yes, this is Isla. How can I help you?”

“Congratulations! I am pleased to inform you that you have been selected to work as a model for Victoria’s Secret,” Rebecca continued, her tone formal yet warm. “After careful consideration of your application and portfolio, we believe you would be a perfect fit for our upcoming campaign.”

Isla’s mind raced. Was she daydreaming? This couldn’t be happening. “Wait, are you serious? This is a real offer?” she stammered, disbelief flooding her voice.

“Yes, Miss Hart. This is indeed a real offer,” Rebecca assured her, her voice steady. “We were impressed by your unique look and the passion you bring to your work. We would like to discuss the details further and set up a meeting at your earliest convenience.”

Isla felt a rush of emotions—excitement, disbelief, and a hint of fear. Was this a prank? Was someone playing a cruel joke on her? Yes, she did apply to Victoria's secret a year ago - but she never heard back from them. Top modeling agencies were selective, choosing only the most promising models with high status - not just any attractive girl from the street.

“I… I can’t believe this,” she managed to say, her heart pounding in her chest. “By the way, are you sure you have the right person?”

"Absolutely," Rebecca replied firmly. "We have your application from a year ago. We take our time to review applications thoroughly, and we're confident you're the right fit for us. This is an excellent opportunity, and we're excited to have you join our team.”

Isla was stunned. They remembered her application from a year ago. This was a real, legit offer. 

This was her dream job, something she had fantasized about since she was a little girl. The thought of walking the runway, wearing beautiful lingerie, and being part of such an iconic brand made her heart race. But could it really be happening?

“Thank you so much,” Isla finally said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I’m… I’m honored. When can we meet?”

Rebecca provided the details, and Isla jotted them down, her hands shaking with excitement. After hanging up, she sat in silence, staring at the wall, trying to process what had just happened.

Was this real? Was she really going to be a Victoria’s Secret model? The thought felt surreal, like a dream she had never dared to chase.

As she lay back down, her heart still racing, she couldn’t help but smile. Maybe life was finally turning around for her. Maybe this was the beginning of something extraordinary. And just like that, the dreams of Liam Lockwood faded into the background, replaced by a new dream that felt just within her reach.