Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 162: In Olivia’s Hands

Lennox’s POV

I stepped forward to Father. The look on his face was the kind that told us his little talk with his brother didn’t go well.

My frown deepened, my wolf already howling possessively inside me. "Father, what did he say?" I asked, the anger in my voice already so obvious. I knew Uncle Damien. Levi might think he’s just messing around, but I knew it was more than that. I saw the way he looked at Olivia... he gave me an uncomfortable feeling that crawled down my spine.

"Father, say something," Levi urged, watching as Father remained silent.

Father sighed and sat on the couch. Impatiently, I folded my arms. I just needed to hear what he had to say before I exploded.

"Father..."

"Calm down," Father cut me off. "Just calm down. Losing your temper won’t solve anything."

My wolf growled angrily inside me.

"Are you trying to say Damien is still insisting on claiming Olivia?" Levi asked.

Father nodded. "Yes... and not just that. He wants Olivia to bear him an heir," he revealed.

My wolf growled, and my breath became ragged. My wolf was on the verge of forcing me to shift into him and go attack Damien, but I controlled it.

"You must be fucking kidding," Louis spat, his voice filled with rage.

Father scoffed. "I wish I was... but this is the truth... he wants Olivia, and he isn’t joking about it."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My breath hitched, and my whole body tensed. My wolf was pacing inside me, growling furiously, scratching to break free. The room seemed smaller now, tighter—like the air was too heavy to breathe.

"What did you just say?" I asked, my voice low and sharp. "He wants Olivia to bear him an heir?"

Father nodded gravely. "That’s what he said."

A red haze clouded my vision.

That was it.

I moved forward, my fists clenched, my wolf snarling inside, taking over. "I’m going to kill him!" I shouted, turning toward the door.

Before I could get two steps in, Father was on me.

he grabbed me by the shoulder, spun me

"Enough!" he barked.

he pinned me there with force. I

the line, Father! He doesn’t get to

is?!" Father snapped, his face inches from mine. "He’s my brother. Your uncle. You think I don’t want to tear him

with anger, but there was something deeper in

He’s the leading candidate to become the next Alpha King. The Council of Werewolves wants him. Half the packs fear him. Do you even understand

My frown deepened.

feel my wolf raging inside me, begging

voice lower now but deadly serious. "We’re fighting influence. Power.

my eyes burning. "So what, we just sit back and do

said firmly. "We will work

His grip loosened slightly.

I know what she means to all of you," he said, looking between me, Louis, and Levi. "But if we let rage guide us,

clenched my fists, anger still burning inside me, but

slowly. "Then what’s the plan,

me and stepped back, running a hand

us an advantage," he said, but I wasn’t relieved... I

gives you a solid claim—but since Damien isn’t backing

flashed sharply. "That’s not a

made up of six old men, about 50 years and above. Governing them is Alpha Matthew of the Moon Walker Pack... who is sixty years, and he is about

looked at him, his brows

they’ll make Olivia choose—publicly. And if she says something... anything against us... we lose her. For

into a

"You’re right. This could go either way. That’s why everything now

My heart sank.

to do with Damien, that she chooses you—her mates—then he’ll be forced to back off. The Council will

my voice rough with fear.

Council will annul the marriage," Father said without hesitation. "Your mating bond won’t matter. They’ll declare it broken. And if Olivia requests

Louis muttered, barely above a

the

why this plan is a risk," Father said. "It depends on Olivia’s words. You three need to fix whatever is broken between you and Olivia before that hearing comes. If there’s even a shadow of doubt in her heart...

in her hands," I

Father nodded. "Yes."

at Louis. None of us spoke, but I could see the same fear

we had no choice but to hope the girl we hurt still loved us

the door. "You have a few days. Make them count. Earn her trust back. Show