Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 84: Hand it over

Olivia's POV

We made our way down the hallway, the air tense, our footsteps echoing off the walls like a countdown ticking in my ears. No one said a word. I didn't know what scared me more—finding out who it was… or not finding anything at all.

As we neared the control room, I could see the tightness in Lennox's shoulders, the way his hands curled into fists at his sides. He was pissed. Possessively pissed.

Louis punched in the code to unlock the door, and the heavy steel slid open.

Inside, the room was dim, lit only by the glow of monitors lining the walls. Dozens of feeds showed every angle of the house, the grounds, and the front gate.

Lennox didn't hesitate. He moved like a man on a mission, fingers flying across the controls as he pulled up the timestamped footage from earlier this morning.

We all leaned in, holding our breath.

And then—

"There," Levi pointed sharply.

The screen showed a tall figure approaching the entrance, dressed in black, hoodie pulled low, and face hidden beneath the shadows of a cap. They moved swiftly, confidently—too confidently. They bent down, placed the box gently in front of the door, then turned and walked off.

My heart was pounding in my chest as Lennox froze the frame. He zoomed in, trying to catch even a glimpse of a defining feature, but the figure had been careful—too careful.

"Damn it," Lennox muttered.

Louis leaned closer. "They know where the cameras are… look at the angle. They're deliberately avoiding a clear shot."

Lennox's jaw tightened as he rewound the clip, replaying the figure's smooth exit.

"That's not some random admirer," Levi muttered. "That's someone who knows how to move around the mansion."

Lennox stepped back from the monitors, his breathing heavy. "Levi, find out who was on patrol at that hour. If someone let them in, I'll have their head."

He turned abruptly and looked right at me for the first time since we entered the room. His gaze pinned me in place.

"Whoever this is, tell him I'm coming for his head."

hard, unsure whether I should be scared or… strangely

the way Lennox said it—possessive, dark, furious—sounded less like

the control room and went back

curious. Obviously, I

at it. Whoever sent this had money—serious money. The set of

table, the box of gold jewelry resting

sound of hurried footsteps

brothers re-enter the dining room—Lennox in the lead, storming toward me like a thundercloud about to break. His eyes were locked on the box in my lap, dark and burning

me," he said sharply, stopping just

I blinked. "What?"

Olivia.

stared up at him.

jaw tensed, his nostrils flaring. "I said give it to me. I

holding the box tightly against my chest. "You already burned the teddy bear. I let you do that, even though it was a harmless gift. But this?" I shook my head. "No.

closer, his presence towering, his anger suffocating. "You think this means something? You think I can't get hundreds of them for you with just a

did," I shot back, my voice rising. "What you couldn't give,

problem? You wanted them? Is

trembling. "Gifts were never my problem, and I don't

him. Hard. He flinched like I'd

"Hand it over. That's an

bit back. "I'm your Luna. You don't get to bark orders at me

suddenly stepped in, his

need to focus on who left that box, not fight Olivia

he stared at the box like it personally

ragged, like he was

box to my chest, trembling, furious, confused… and somewhere deep

he looked at me—it

It was jealousy.

Possession.

kind that only comes from

again, Anita suddenly gasped and reached

don't feel so good," she whispered, swaying in her

rushed to her side, concern flashing across his

like she couldn't hold herself upright. "Dizzy…