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 her

No one moved.

his hair. "Are we sure about this?" he asked again, voice low,

ours," I said simply, my voice colder than I intended. "Whether she wants to admit

for

creaked

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

was Olivia, but not just that—her personal maids, Lolita, and Nora were seated beside

froze, my wolf already

looked pale, a fine sheen of sweat coating her forehead. Her eyes were closed, her breathing shallow. My heart skipped

demanded, voice harsher

wide with surprise at our sudden presence. "She collapsed earlier," she said quickly. "Right

echoed, stepping beside me, his brows

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

Fever?

stared at her—at Olivia—lying there so

wasn't the woman who always found a way to challenge me, push my limits,

I

ready to claim her…

quietly, not looking at the

Lolita hesitated. "But Alpha—"

I growled, sharper

quietly out of the room. The moment the door shut, silence fell again—but it wasn't

It was heavier.

watching her chest rise and fall. I could smell the sickness on her. Her wolf was fighting it, but not strongly. She was weak. And I hated that more than

chair beside the bed and sat down slowly, staring at her with a worried look. "They

bed, his

I didn't reply.

edge of the bed and gently reached out, brushing a strand of damp hair from her face. She stirred

to myself than them. "She can help reduce the

audible—a soft sound

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

I stilled.