Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 129: Speak To Gabriel

Olivia's POV

I turned to Lennox, whose watchful and intense eyes had been on me the entire time.

"I would like to speak to my husband, Alpha Gabriel," I said softly but firmly. "Privately."

His jaw tensed slightly, and I saw hesitation flicker in his eyes. His fingers drummed against the table, then finally he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

He held it out to me, the screen lit up with Gabriel's contact. "Here," he said, voice neutral. "You can call him when you get back to your room."

I stared at the device in his hand. A warning echoed in my mind. What if the phone's recording? What if it's tracked or tapped?

I offered a small smile, masking the suspicion growing in my chest. "Thank you," I murmured, gently taking the phone.

I didn't dial.

Instead, I stared at the number, repeating it in my mind. Again and again. Committing it to memory.

+64-9-3… My eyes skimmed each digit like a mantra. I would not forget.

Once I was certain I had it, I handed the phone back to Lennox with a composed expression. "On second thought, I'll wait for his call. I wouldn't want to disturb him unexpectedly. He doesn't need distraction at such a period."

Lennox studied me a beat longer, clearly weighing something, before he nodded.

I pushed back from the table, placing a hand on my temple. "I'm feeling a bit of a headache," I said quietly. "I'll head back to my room."

Lolita and Nora were at my side in an instant.

"We'll walk with you," Lolita said, a fake worried frown on her face.

As we turned down the hall, I kept repeating the number in my head, refusing to let it slip even slightly. Once inside the safety of my room, I closed the door behind us and turned to Lolita immediately.

handset,"

question me. She reached into her apron

to remain in the room while I went to the bathroom

in Gabriel's number, and hit call. As it rang, my heart thundered. What if he doesn't want to help? What if he betrays me and

of Gabriel

swallowed hard

is Olivia," I whispered, biting my lip as I waited for his

spoke. "Olivia? You're calling? What is it, baby?" he asked, still playing

I trust you?" I whispered while lowering myself onto

before his response came. "Yes… You can trust me, Olivia. I swear with my life." He sounded like it was a

my lip again before admitting, "I didn't lose my memory or suffer from false ones. It was

response, but he didn't speak until after a few minutes, when a soft

you acted so well then… even I

closer to my ear, my voice dropping to

"I want to leave this pack, Gabriel. I want

line. I could feel his breath, shallow and tense, on

pretend I can't live without you," I continued, keeping my voice calm and low. "I'll act broken… devastated. I'll start to fall sick—emotionally, physically, whatever it takes. They'll panic. And when they do, they'll want

me escape. Once I'm back with

giving the words a

far enough from their grip—I'll tell them the truth. Everything. No

forced myself to finish. "Will you help me, Gabriel? Will

you say no. This is… a lot. And it's dangerous. I won't hold

silence. My heart

voice was low, rough with emotion. "You think I'd let you go through all this alone? Olivia… the

I felt a

continued. "Passports. Safe house. New identities. Whatever

you…" I whispered, my voice trembling

to thank me. Just stay strong. Keep pretending. And when

hold on,"