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.

hair. "Are we sure about this?" he asked

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

then reached for the handle. "Let's get

creaked open

Olivia's room, but the sight that greeted us wasn't what we had

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

wolf already

shallow. My heart skipped a beat, and I took a step forward instinctively, the possessiveness I'd felt moments

I demanded,

with surprise at our sudden presence. "She collapsed earlier,"

echoed, stepping beside me, his brows furrowed. "Why didn't anyone tell

still gently pressing the cold towel to Olivia's forehead. "Said she just needed to rest. But her fever's been

Fever?

Olivia—lying there so still. Vulnerable.

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

was someone I was supposed to

I had walked in here ready to claim her… without even

us," I said quietly, not

Lolita hesitated. "But Alpha—"

I growled, sharper

gathering their things and slipping quietly out of the room. The moment the door

It was heavier.

on her.

her with a worried look. "They should have

bed, his eyes filled with

I didn't reply.

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

more to myself than them. "She can

faintly—barely audible—a soft

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

I stilled.