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."

unsure whether I should

it—possessive, dark, furious—sounded less like

control room and went back

I was

ignored her question and picked up the box of jewelry again, staring down at it. Whoever sent this had money—serious money. The set

the box of gold jewelry resting

of hurried

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 with emotion

said sharply, stopping just

I blinked. "What?"

box, Olivia. Hand it

up at

tensed, his nostrils flaring. "I said give it

I let you do that, even though it was a harmless gift. But this?" I shook my head. "No. I'm not letting you destroy this too. This

You think I can't get hundreds of them for you

voice rising. "What you couldn't give, someone else

"Really? So gifts were your problem? You wanted them? Is that what

at him, breath trembling. "Gifts were never my problem, and I don't need your

Hard. He flinched like I'd

"Hand it over. That's

pack members to command," I bit back. "I'm your Luna.

in, his voice

him. "We need to focus on who left that box, not

long second. His jaw clenched, and he stared at the box like it personally offended him. Like it had stolen

he

the box to my chest, trembling, furious, confused…

he looked at

It was jealousy.

Possession.

only comes from

could speak again, Anita suddenly gasped and reached for the edge

feel so good,"

side, concern

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