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 mine

His jaw clenched as his arm slipped from around my

remembering

me, rubbing a hand across his face as

Cold.

Sharp.

Angry.

awake. Thought you wouldn't make it," Levi

sat up next, hair tousled, eyes

muscle ticking in his jaw, but he

was already building

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

hit harder than they

Because I already knew.

here. That Lennox would probably pretend last night

was for

the blanket tighter around me. My body still pulsed with the memory of Lennox's touch, and

me like I was in

Like I was nothing.

still wouldn't

swallowed the lump in

night," I said

to cover myself. Rather, I walked to the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest, the weight of their eyes

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 to undress me. I remember how I felt

was a dream, but right now, with the soreness of my pussy and the

pressed my forehead to the tiled wall, closing my eyes

on

mouth at

inside me like he knew every part of

way he kissed

hadn't felt like

felt like

I

that even a stolen

Stupid.

myself to stop shaking, but it wasn't the cold that made me tremble—it was the aftermath. The

I let