Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 82: Full Moon Soon

Lennox's POV

I felt terrible.

For the past two hours since I came back from the woods, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened there. The raw pain I saw in Olivia's eyes, the anger—it told me how my words must have hurt her so dearly.

I felt horrible and had the thought of going to her, but if I did, then what am I going to say? Apologize? Tell her I won't keep it a secret? Tell her I will let go of the past and accept our bond?

All that was not possible, So what was the point in going to her? Maybe she was right. Maybe this… whatever it is between us… needs to end. She never truly wanted me. It was never me. So I should just leave it that way.

With a heavy sigh, I walked over to the far end of my room where a small safe was tucked behind a shelf. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached out and brushed the dust off the keypad. I hadn't opened it in months. Maybe even a year.

Six… one… seven… eight…

The soft click echoed in the silence as the safe unlocked.

I hesitated for a moment, staring at the small door, then slowly opened it. My hand reached inside and pulled it out.

I just stood there, staring at it as the weight of memories came crashing into me. My throat tightened. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I didn't blink them away.

It's been four years.

Four damn years.

And it still hurt like hell.

Every time I saw it, it felt like a blade twisting in my chest all over again. I could never bring myself to burn it… never could throw it away either.

I kept telling myself that one day—one day—I'd confront her with it. Look her in the eyes and demand answers.

But every time I got close… I froze.

I wasn't sure I wanted

eye and says, Yes, I did it? What then? How the hell

deeply and shoved the item back into the safe. Closed

my glass of whiskey, trying to drown myself in alcohol, like I did that day. I almost drank myself to death. Olivia had hurt me so dearly. How can I still have a place for her in my heart? Why can't my heart see reason and hate her?

came on the door, and before I could ask the person to go away, the door pushed open, and I frowned, already knowing it was

her eyes landed on me, and a

wishing I had locked

is everything okay?" She sounded so worried

forehead. "Yes, Mother," I replied. "Just… pack stress."

me, sat on my bed as she settled her eyes on me as if studying me. It was obvious she didn't believe me, but my mother knew I hated being questioned. When I said I was fine,

she sighed. "I'm here to discuss an important matter with you. I should have discussed it with you and your brothers, but since

we're triplets. None of us

that is not true. You came out first from me, and ten minutes later, I

scowled at her. Here she went again, bringing up this age debate. I wasn't in the mood for

on, then. What is it you need to

whiskey glass in my hand, then looked back up at me.

a beat. My fingers

anything. I didn't need

exactly

Olivia's first heat.

amber liquid swirling in the glass. The

It's intense, uncontrollable… primal. She desires her mate, aches for him. But if the mate isn't there or refuses her, that ache becomes torment. Desperation. And sometimes… she'll take anyone just to ease

throat burned with

Another man touching her.

her the way

No.

and I had to

of sympathy and hesitation. "You and your brothers marked her, Lennox. Whether you accept her or not, the bond exists. You might not be

through my nose. "Why are

This is Olivia's first heat. I know what she will go through

fell into