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?

for her to say that I

heavily and

ago, she shattered

never forgive her. Never let her back in. Never feel

haunted by the scent of her and the echo of her laughter in

I didn't hate her.

I missed her.

And worse…

falling

to her about it… tell her how she hurt you

this was

it. A soft knock on the

walked in with a tray in her

frowned instantly, not even bothering

that ridiculous, overly sweet smile. It used to work

baffled me, really, how I ever

the perfect pawn to

was never the kind of woman I

brought you breakfast. Thought you could

from the bed. "You know

off guard. "I

to be

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

few seconds longer before setting the tray on the

food, sighed, and forced myself

I got dressed but

I limped slightly as I made my way to the living room, still sore

jolt when I saw Olivia there, flipping through

eyes met for a second, and she gave me a blank

she was already walking

Just like that.

No smile. Nothing.