Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 70: In our arms

Lennox's POV

It was almost 9 p.m.—just two minutes to go—and then we'd be barging into Olivia's room.

Where we sat in silence, in the comfort of my dimly lit room, not one of us said a word. We were each trapped in the echo chambers of our own thoughts. I took a sip of Whisper and shut my eyes. Damn it. I hadn't been myself all day.

My mood today was spoilt the moment those roses were brought for Olivia. I couldn't do a thing today, couldn't attend meetings, couldn't train, couldn't attend to documents. In fact, the three of us had been in my room pondering on our different thoughts.

I had sent a spy to watch Olivia, hoping to track down the bastard who dared to send her flowers. I couldn't wait to get the report.

"What if she refuses us?" Levi asked suddenly, breaking the silence. "You know we can't touch her against her will."

I scoffed. "She can't reject our touch, Levi. The mate bond works in our favor."

Levi went on. "So… we're fucking her not because we want to, but because we can't bear to see another man take what's ours? Is that it?"

A strange unease bloomed in my chest.

Then Levi hit harder. "Do we even love her?"

My jaw tensed. My frown deepened. "I did," I said coldly. "That was before she broke me. Now… I feel absolutely nothing for her." I ground the words out between clenched teeth, but deep down, I knew I was lying.

Yes, I was angry. Yes, I hated her for what she did. But had I ever truly stopped loving her?

"It's 9 p.m.," Louis said quietly. "We should go."

I glanced at my watch. He was right.

I downed the last of my drink, set the glass on the table, and stood. My brothers followed. I could feel the tension radiating from them—an unspoken nervousness hanging between us.

Tonight, we were about making Olivia truly ours.

The walk to Olivia's room felt like a slow march to war, our steps heavy with the weight of unspoken words. The hallway was dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls like they knew what was about to happen. My heart pounded harder with every step, not from fear—but from anticipation, frustration, and something I wasn't ready to name just yet.

stopped outside

No one moved.

sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Are

I intended. "Whether she wants to

then reached for the handle. "Let's get this

door creaked

brothers and I stepped into Olivia's room, but the sight that

Lolita, and Nora were seated beside her, administering care to her. Nora was

froze, my wolf already

of sweat coating her forehead. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. My heart skipped a beat, and I took a step forward instinctively, the possessiveness I'd felt moments ago

demanded, voice harsher than I

her eyes wide with surprise at our sudden presence. "She

stepping beside me, his brows furrowed.

the cold towel to Olivia's forehead. "Said she

Fever?

her—at Olivia—lying

girl who glared at us with defiance in her eyes. This wasn't the woman who always found a way to challenge me, push my limits, twist my

was someone I

claim

quietly, not looking at the

Lolita hesitated. "But Alpha—"

leave us," I growled, sharper this

exchanged looks, then nodded, gathering their things and slipping quietly out of the room. The moment the door shut, silence fell again—but

It was heavier.

closer to her, watching her chest rise and fall. I could smell the sickness on her. Her wolf was fighting it, but not

staring at her with a worried look. "They should have told

the bed, his eyes filled with

I didn't reply.

gently reached out, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. She

to myself

faintly—barely audible—a soft sound slipped past her

cracked, hoarse, fragile.

I stilled.