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?

to

sighed heavily and

years ago, she

sworn I would never forgive her. Never let

there, haunted by the scent of her and the echo of her laughter in my mind,

I didn't hate her.

I missed her.

And worse…

falling

talk to her about

closed my eyes tighter, forcing myself to sleep. All this was just fleeting emotions because of her selfless act of saving me. By

next morning, sunlight streamed weakly through the curtains, but I felt no warmth from it. A soft knock on the

a tray

frowned instantly, not even bothering to

gently, flashing that ridiculous, overly sweet smile.

how I ever chased after

was the perfect pawn to

kind of woman

brought you breakfast. Thought you could

the bed. "You know how

blinked, caught off guard. "I just

to be

she wanted to say something else—maybe apologize—but I turned my head

seconds longer before setting the

untouched food, sighed, and forced myself out of

got dressed but ignored the breakfast

my room, the mansion was already buzzing with activities. I limped slightly as

saw

gave me a blank look. "Good morning,"

replied, but she was already

Just like that.

No smile. Nothing.