Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 73: Awake in their arms

Olivia's POV

I woke up.

The room was quiet, wrapped in the soft haze of dawn. Light filtered through the curtains in pale streaks, brushing over the tangle of limbs and sheets I found myself in.

Warmth surrounded me—solid, heavy warmth—and for a second, I didn't move. My body was sore in places I hadn't felt in years. My lips still tingled, and my skin held traces of last night's touches.

Then I remembered.

Lennox.

His fingers, his mouth, his whispered words in the dark.

My heart slammed against my ribs as I shifted slightly—only to realize I couldn't. I was trapped between bodies.

I swallowed hard.

To my left was Lennox, chest bare, an arm thrown loosely around my waist. His brow was furrowed in sleep, jaw tight even in unconsciousness. His breath was warm against the top of my head.

To my right was Levi, one arm folded beneath his head, the other stretched toward me but not quite touching me. His face looked softer while he slept—less cold, less cruel. But I knew better.

And just on my legs, Louis, sprawled, one leg tangled over the sheets, his expression unreadable even in sleep. His lips were parted slightly, his breathing steady, calm.

Three Alphas.

Three men who hated me.

Three men who had only returned to this bed because of the fever that had nearly broken me last night. Their instincts brought them here—not their hearts.

My breath caught as I turned back to him, studying his face.

What did last night mean?

Was it real, or was it just a fever-drenched mistake in the silence of the dark?

I barely had time to think before Lennox stirred beside me.

His eyes blinked open, hazy for a moment, then sharp and alert.

gaze found

didn't need to. His jaw clenched as his arm

if remembering what he'd

his face as

Cold.

Sharp.

Angry.

are finally awake. Thought you wouldn't make it,"

hair tousled, eyes narrowed as he scanned

slowly, a muscle ticking in his jaw, but he didn't say a word.

was already building his walls back

"That's the only reason

words hit harder than

Because I already knew.

wanted to be here. That Lennox would

that was for

up slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around me. My body still pulsed with the

around me like I

Like I was nothing.

wouldn't look

I swallowed the lump in

night," I said quietly,

I walked to the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest, the

that happened last night. I was half unconscious, but I could still hear a few things that were said. I remember how they sounded worried, how they suggested they give me skin-to-skin heat. I remember when Lennox asked for my permission to undress me. I remember how I felt so at peace in their arms. I have never felt this way for such a long time. The last time I'd shared a bed with all three of them was nearly five years ago. And gods, I

my pussy and the little discomfort on my nipples, I knew it wasn't a dream. Lennox and I made out last night while his brothers were

my forehead to the tiled wall, closing my eyes

breath on my

at

inside me like he knew every part

he kissed me—soft, slow,

hadn't felt like just

felt like

I imagined

so starved for affection that even a stolen moment in the

Stupid.

to stop shaking, but it wasn't the cold that made me tremble—it was the aftermath. The silence. The way Lennox wouldn't even look at me

did I let it