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,"

again, like a

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

me wanted to pretend to still

it was too

hazy at first, then wide

at each

Silence.

spoke, my voice dry and cold. "Did you lose your way, Olivia? Or did

up slowly, brushing her hair out of her face, her jaw tightening. "Don't flatter

"I'm sure Levi or Louis could've done

unreadable. Then she said simply, "You wouldn't

caught me

"What?" I asked, frowning.

even now. "You were unconscious. But when I tried to leave, you held on.

let go of her hand. "Well, you're free to go now. I don't

sharply. "Trust me, I wouldn't

my ribs. "Then what was that, huh? You falling asleep next

expect me to do? Not cry?

Her excuse was really hilarious. It reminded me of the silly lies she used to give

the bed like my presence physically burned her. "Since

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

She froze.

softly, not

I didn't let go.

her back—hard enough that she lost her footing and fell onto the bed. I guided her onto my lap, and in seconds, she was

eyes

you

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

"What the hell

means," I said, my hand sliding up her back slowly, "you stayed… even when you didn't have to. You sat here and cried for me, Olivia. That's

mouth to speak, but

to

voice dropped to

as I leaned forward, close enough to feel her breath. "Let me show

head, trailing soft, slow kisses down her neck. She

whispered, her

the spot just below her ear, the place that always made her shiver. And it

didn't fight me—not yet. I pushed the fabric higher until her chest was exposed, and my

along her collarbone… then lower… until I

She gasped.

stop… you're not

I murmured

the other breast. Her fingers tangled in my hair, like she wanted to push me away—but

"You're insane," she breathed.

I whispered. "But I have to

body tense on top of mine as I kept kissing and sucking gently on her skin. Every small moan from her lips made my blood burn