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.

found

His jaw clenched as his

if remembering what he'd

across his face as he turned slightly and then

Cold.

Sharp.

Angry.

Thought you wouldn't make it," Levi

sat up next, hair tousled, eyes

jaw, but he didn't say

was already building

muttered, brushing past Levi. "That's the only

words hit harder than

Because I already knew.

wanted to be here. That

that was

me. My body still pulsed with the

me like I was in

Like I was nothing.

wouldn't look at

the

I said quietly,

was naked, but I didn't bother to cover myself. Rather, I walked to the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest, the weight of their eyes burning into my

the cold shower and stood in it. My hands placed on the tiled wall while the cold shower poured on me. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to remember all 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

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

eyes as last night replayed behind my lids in aching,

on my

mouth at my

me like he knew every

he kissed me—soft,

hadn't felt like just

felt

I imagined that

even a stolen moment

Stupid.

that made me tremble—it was the aftermath. The silence.

did I