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.

my

my

help but sniff. This wasn't his cologne. I

away, embarrassed. My wolf was already purring inside me… desperate to get an inch closer to him. Fuck! I was in trouble… tomorrow

will have the remaining part of the discussion on hold.

I noticed Alpha Callum's eyes on me. His gaze was so intense that

were already positioned… waiting for us. We got into the car,

intoxicating smell of lavender filled my nose, and it was suffocating. I pressed myself to the door and looked away, trying to create as much

to stand it, I wound down the glass so fresh air could come into the

you okay?" Lennox asked,

deep breath but didn't respond. How do I tell him that I was being turned on by his smell… his smell was driving me crazy,

voice dropped an octave, dark and

and I panicked. "It's… it's because the full moon is tomorrow night!" I blurted, looking away. "That's why my body is reacting

with a slight smirk, then

car came to a

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

and his personal bodyguard didn't question him. They both exited the car silently, shutting the doors

I could even process what was happening, he

you doing?" I stammered, my

"I'm helping you," he said, his voice low and primal. "You're a married woman, Olivia, I

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

I breathed, frozen,