Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 74: Another Gift

Olivia's POV

The sheets still held the scent of them, wild and masculine, uniquely theirs. Lennox's smoky cedar, Levi's sharp pine, and Louis's warm amber.

I curled into the faint imprint of where Lennox had been, pulling the sheet closer, eyes fluttering shut.

What would it be like…

To wake up every morning tangled in their arms, not accidentally, not from instinct, but because they wanted me there.

Because they loved me.

I imagined it—

Waking slowly to the sound of quiet breathing and the weight of an arm around my waist. Lennox's low, gravelly voice murmuring, "Morning, love," against my neck as he pressed a lazy kiss there.

Levi would grumble something about five more minutes, but still shift closer, pulling me tighter into the heat of his body, his lips brushing over my shoulder like he couldn't help himself.

Louis, the quietest of them, would already be watching me when I opened my eyes, his thumb stroking along my hip, slowly like I was something delicate. "Did you sleep well, sweetheart?" he'd whisper.

They'd kiss me good morning. Hold me for a few minutes.

They'd tease each other. Fight over who got the first kiss, who got to feed me breakfast, who got to touch me next.

I'd feel wanted.

Cherished.

Loved.

Not like a burden. Not like a mistake.

A knock pulled me violently from my thoughts.

I blinked as the door creaked open, and Nora peeked inside, followed by Lolita.

"Luna Olivia?" Nora asked, eyes flicking briefly to my naked form lying on the bed. She didn't comment, only stepped in quickly, concern shadowing her expression. "Is your fever gone?"

"Yes," I murmured, sitting up slowly. "I feel fine now."

in her arms, eyes filled with relief. "That's good.

gave a small nod, rubbing my temples. "Help me get dressed?"

few I actually liked wearing, and Lolita brought fresh undergarments and a brush for my

through my hair, Nora knelt in front of me, lacing up the shoes

for you,"

gave her a soft

they fussed over me like they used to—gentle hands, worried eyes—all I could think about was what it would be like to walk into that dining room and see them look at me the way mates were

Not with anger.

Not with resentment.

With

I wouldn't give to live in that version of the world. Even

just for a

voice was soft.

slowly as

in the mirror. I looked presentable, but inside

and Lolita before slowly leaving my chambers and

Entering the dining room.

They were all there.

Lennox.

Levi.

Louis.

And—Anita.

Of course.

seated beside Louis, smiling with that polished, poisonous charm of hers, hands lightly wrapped around a teacup.

all looked up at the sound of my heels against the marble floor—every single one of

Like I didn't exist.

we hadn't shared the same

until I

clenched, but I said nothing. I sat at the opposite end of the long dining table without a

looked

of eggs. A bite of toast. I didn't taste any of it. My throat was too tight,

I saw his face—Lennox's—and the way he was undoubtedly

Soft and fake and musical. Probably at something Levi said. Her manicured hand brushed his arm once. I didn't look. I

Bite after bite. A

creaked open again, and a nervous shuffle of footsteps echoed into

I looked up.