Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 51: Feelings From The Past

Chapter 51: Feelings From The Past

Lennox's POV

"Lennox, is there a problem?" Olivia suddenly asked the moment she noticed I had gone silent, just staring at her.

My lips parted, and I forced myself to speak. "Thank you… for what you did back there," I said, sincerely. I never thought a day would come where I'd feel grateful—truly grateful—to the same woman I once vowed to hate.

Olivia didn't even flinch at my appreciation. She simply shrugged. "No need to thank me. I would've done the same if it were anyone else in your shoes," she said flatly.

Her words tore my heart more than I expected. I didn't know what hurt more—her coldness to my gratitude or the cold truth behind what she said.

"Anything else?" she asked, tilting her head slightly as she stared at me.

But I couldn't say a word. There was this strange feeling of pain… of longing. I missed her…

God, I hated to admit it, but I missed how things used to be when we were still… us. I missed her ridiculous jokes, the way her laughter lit up a room. Despite everything, I missed her presence.

"Nothing else," I finally managed to say.

She nodded once. "Good night."

She didn't wait for a reply before shutting the door in my face.

I stood there like a fool, not knowing what to do or even how to feel. My wolf whined within me, restless and hurt, but I shut him out and limped back to my room in silence.

Once I reached my bed, I pulled the blanket over myself and lay there, staring up at the ceiling, Olivia's voice playing on a loop in my head.

"I would've done the same if it were anyone else in your shoes."

Why did those words feel like knives in my chest?

Why did I expect her to say something different?

What did I want to hear from her? For her to tell me she saved me because she still cared? Because I'm her mate?

her to say that I

heavily and shut

ago, she

would never forgive her. Never let her back in.

the echo of her laughter in my mind, I realized the one truth I'd been

I didn't hate her.

I missed her.

And worse…

falling

don't fight it… talk to her about it… tell her how

to sleep. All this was just

no warmth from it. A soft knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts, and before I could say anything, the door

a tray

frowned instantly, not even bothering to

that ridiculous, overly sweet smile. It used

me, really, how

she was the

never the kind of woman

breakfast. Thought

know how much I hate

caught off guard. "I

want to be

she wanted to say something else—maybe apologize—but I

a few seconds longer before setting the tray on the nightstand and walking

at the untouched food, sighed, and forced myself

freshening up, I got dressed

stepped out of my room, the mansion was already buzzing with activities. I limped slightly as I made my way to the living room, still sore from yesterday, but

I saw Olivia there, flipping

a second, and she gave me a blank look. "Good morning," she said plainly, without stopping what she

replied, but she was already walking

Just like that.

No smile. Nothing.