Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 110: By My Side

Lennox's POV

Everything felt heavy.

My body… my head… even my heart.

I wasn't sure where I was. My mind floated between light and darkness, pain and peace. I heard voices—some loud, some soft. But one stood out.

Olivia's voice.

Even in my sleep, I felt her. Heard her. Smelled her scent—soft, warm, comforting. Like home.

I tried to open my eyes, but they felt too heavy. My body didn't want to move. Still, I wasn't alone. I could feel a hand in mine. Warm. Gentle. Familiar.

I wanted to wake up. I wanted to see her.

Slowly, my body started to respond. My fingers twitched. My breathing deepened. My eyelids fluttered open, though the light stung my eyes.

It took a moment, but then I saw her.

Curled beside me on the bed, her head resting near my arm. Her hand still holding mine like she never wanted to let go.

She was asleep.

Even in sleep, she looked so beautiful. So tired… but peaceful. There were dried tears on her cheeks, and I wondered if they were for me.

My heart ached.

She was supposed to hate me.

So why was she here?

I turned my head slowly, ignoring the pain. I wanted to look at her properly, to take her in. My mate. My wife. The one I had hurt the most… yet here she was, by my side.

I lifted our joined hands and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles. She didn't stir.

"Olivia," I whispered, my voice rough and low.

She didn't wake, but her grip on my hand tightened a little, like even in sleep she didn't want to lose me.

A sad smile pulled at my lips.

"We are going out of the plan," I whispered, my voice low. "We are supposed to hate each other, remember? Then what is happening?"

I brushed a lock of hair from her face, careful not to wake her. I didn't deserve her. But right now, I was just thankful she was here.

Sighing softly, I stared at the ceiling, my thoughts a mess.

"How do you feel?"

My wolf's voice echoed gently in my mind.

"Okay," I replied

tightened around mine again, like a silent reminder she

at her sleeping form again. Her lashes fluttered, and her breathing shifted. She was

me wanted to pretend

was

slowly opened, hazy at first, then wide

stared at each

Silence.

way, Olivia?

brushing her hair out of her face, her jaw tightening. "Don't flatter yourself. I stayed because the

done the job. Or one

me, her expression unreadable. Then she said

me

"What?" I asked, frowning.

to our joined hands—still locked together, even now. "You were unconscious. But when I tried to leave,

I let go of her hand.

"Trust me, I

"Then what was that, huh? You falling asleep next to me? Tears on your face? Was that part of

glared at me. "Everyone was crying, so what do you expect me to do? Not cry? They will think I want you dead! So yeah,

excuse was really hilarious. It reminded

like my presence physically burned her. "Since you are awake, I

to leave, But before she could take another step, I reached out and

She froze.

she warned softly, not looking

I didn't let go.

she lost her footing and fell onto the bed. I guided her onto my lap, and in seconds, she was straddling me, both hands pressed against my chest

eyes wide as

are you doing?"

firmly, not letting her move. "I don't like feeling like

furrowed. "What the hell does

slowly, "you stayed… even when you didn't have to. You sat here and cried

opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her

want to

voice dropped to a

forward, close enough to feel her breath. "Let me

head, trailing soft, slow kisses down her neck. She sucked in a breath,

whispered,

kissed the spot just below her ear, the place that always made her

me—not yet. I pushed the fabric higher until her chest was exposed, and my lips

until I took one of her nipples into my

She gasped.

you're

don't care," I

other breast. Her fingers tangled in my

"You're insane," she breathed.

I whispered. "But I have

her skin. Every small moan from her lips made my blood burn hotter. I could feel myself getting harder under her, my body reacting like it always