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.

outside her

No one moved.

sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Are we sure about

my voice colder than I intended. "Whether she wants to admit it

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

door creaked

I stepped into Olivia's room, but the sight that greeted us wasn't

were seated beside her, administering care to her.

wolf already howling

closed, her breathing shallow. My heart skipped a beat,

demanded, voice

sudden presence. "She collapsed earlier," she said

Levi echoed, stepping beside me, his brows

was nothing," Nora spoke, still gently pressing the cold towel to Olivia's forehead. "Said she just needed

Fever?

at her—at Olivia—lying there so still.

her eyes. This wasn't the woman who always found a way to challenge

someone I was supposed

here ready to claim her… without even asking if

us," I said quietly, not looking

Lolita hesitated. "But Alpha—"

said leave us," I growled, sharper

two women exchanged looks, then nodded, gathering their things and slipping quietly out of the room.

It was heavier.

fall. I could smell the sickness on her. Her wolf was fighting it, but not strongly. She was weak. And I hated

bed and sat down slowly, staring at her with a worried look. "They should have told us," he

the foot of the bed, his eyes filled with

I didn't reply.

sat on the edge of the bed and gently reached out, brushing a strand of damp hair

should get a healer," I whispered, more to myself than

faintly—barely audible—a soft sound slipped past

was cracked, hoarse, fragile. "No healer… I'll

I stilled.