Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 83: At The Front Door

Olivia's POV

I didn't feel like going to the table for breakfast. I didn't feel like seeing any of the triplets. Since I came back from the woods yesterday, I had been indoors in my room, trying to gather myself.

Now this is a new day, and I wished I could just stay in my room all through today, but I knew I couldn't. I had responsibilities to attend to, and despite how much I hated it, I knew I would have to see them.

So, bracing myself, I left my room and made my way to the dining room for breakfast.

Reaching the dining room, my foot halted for a moment as I watched what was before me. Seated around the table were the triplets and Anita—but that was not what made me halt my step.

What made me halt my step was the scene playing out in front of me.

Lennox was sitting beside Anita, his face softer than I'd ever seen it lately, his eyes full of gentle warmth I didn't even know he was capable of anymore. He was holding a spoon up to her lips, feeding her with care, murmuring something low that made her smile.

She leaned into him like it was the most natural thing in the world, brushing her hand against his thigh as she took the bite he offered. And Lennox—he didn't flinch. He didn't pull away. He just smiled faintly, the way a man might smile at the woman he loves.

Something twisted painfully in my chest.

I gripped the door frame before I lost my balance.

That shouldn't hurt.

But it did.

Because for a moment, I was twelve again.

I remembered that day like it was stitched into my soul—the three of them sitting on either side of me, practically fighting over who got to feed me. I'd refused to eat because I was sick and stubborn, and Louis had brought me soup. Levi had stolen the spoon and made silly faces while feeding me. Lennox, irritated, took the bowl and declared, "I'm feeding her—because she listens to me."

And I did. I always listened to him.

I remembered how I'd looked up at him with wide eyes, and he'd tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and said, "Good girl."

That memory hurt now.

Because that version of him—of them—was long gone.

I forced myself to straighten. I could feel their eyes on me now—one after the other.

First Levi.

Then Louis.

And finally Lennox.

disappeared. The spoon paused halfway

at me, her expression

my chin, walking toward the table with as much grace as I could summon, even though my

I said,

a greeting. Louis

didn't say a

reached for a piece of toast, ignoring the tightness in my chest,

I would not cry.

Not over them.

Not again.

not in front of

pretended to be, one thought kept echoing inside me

used to be me. They used

on buttering my toast like it

I didn't look up.

I didn't need to.

gaze on me, her

but I forced myself to act like I didn't care. Like my heart wasn't quietly

a maid appeared beside me, clutching a small, elegant box wrapped

we found this at the front door. It has your name on it," she

turned

blinked at

"What…?" I muttered.

expecting anything. A note was tagged on it. The mystery sender was back at

face, but I didn't meet it. I was too focused on the strange pressure in my chest

the lid,

that glittered under the morning light, matching earrings nestled beside it, and a bracelet that looked

slightly as I lifted the small

typed writing, it

the Alphas burned the teddy bear. This

My stomach dropped.

quickly folding the note again before anyone could snatch it. I glanced up only