Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 138: His Smell

Olivia's POV

I woke up, and there was no sign of Lennox in the room. Last night, after everything, he didn't sleep on the bed with me. Rather, he opted to sleep on the long couch. I wanted to kick against him—at least he could sleep on one side of the bed—but I held back my suggestion and went to bed.

Throughout the night, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking. What was Lennox going to show me? What had I done to hurt him? What the hell did I do to make him hate me this much? I was so desperate to fucking know. I needed answers, and I couldn't wait for us to return to the pack house.

My eyes fell on a white sheet on the nightstand, and I picked it up and instantly recognized Lennox's handwriting. After all these years, I could tell Lennox's handwriting anywhere. Not just his, but the triplets'.

I read it. "Good morning… take your bath and meet me downstairs when you are awake. I'm having a business talk with Callum." And then he imprinted the sign of a heart.

I smiled as a memory replayed in my head—a time before the hatred, before the confusion. Lennox used to doodle that same little heart at the corner of my notebooks during training, always pretending it wasn't him. He thought I didn't notice. But I did. I noticed everything.

For a moment, that small, silly heart made my chest tighten. Maybe there was still something—some version of him—that didn't despise me completely. But now, I didn't care.

I sighed and pushed the covers off. My body ached, not from exhaustion, but from the emotional weight pressing down on me. I needed answers. I needed clarity. And today, I was finally going to get them.

I padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the warm water hit my skin, I leaned against the tiles, letting the steam ease the tension in my muscles. My mind wouldn't stop racing. What was he going to show me? Or what the fuck did I do? Or what the hell did he think I did?

I wrapped a towel around myself and stood in front of the mirror. My reflection stared back. I looked so damn nervous. But whatever it was, I was ready to face it.

By the time I got dressed and made my way downstairs, I could hear voices drifting from the sitting area. One of them was Lennox—deep, calm, a little distant. The other must have been Alpha Callum.

I stepped into the room, and the moment Lennox's eyes met mine, everything stilled. There was this familiar look of admiration in his eyes, like the way he used to stare at me years ago.

away, making my way

choked on my words when Lennox's smell hit

so good, and I couldn't help but sniff. This wasn't his cologne. I mean, his smell… his

was already purring inside me… desperate to get an inch closer to him. Fuck! I was in trouble… tomorrow night was the full moon, and I was already

on hold.

gaze was so intense that I

got outside, Lennox's guards were already positioned… waiting for us. We got

it was suffocating. I pressed myself to the door

fresh air

okay?" Lennox

that I was being turned on by his smell… his smell was driving me crazy, and all

"I can smell it, Olivia…" His voice dropped an octave,

is tomorrow night!" I blurted, looking away. "That's why my body is reacting this way. Gabriel

let out a humorless chuckle. "Gabriel?" he echoed with a slight smirk, then knocked once

to

out," Lennox ordered firmly. "Take five minutes. Both of

question him. They both exited the

even process what was happening, he pulled

what are you doing?" I stammered, my hands pressed to his

in, his lips brushing my ear. "I'm helping you," he said, his voice low and primal. "You're a married woman, Olivia, I get it. I'm not fucking you. I'm just helping you… at least before

his hand slid under my gown. I gasped as he shifted my panties aside and pushed his finger into me. My head rolled back, a strangled moan escaping my lips. I was already so wet for him. My thighs trembled, and my breath hitched, heat pooling in my stomach

breathed,