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 around,

"Enough!" he barked.

against his grip, but he pinned me there with force. I didn’t want to

go!" I roared. "He’s crossed the line, Father!

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

burned with anger, but there was something deeper in

King. The Council of Werewolves wants him. Half the packs fear him. Do you even understand what

My frown deepened.

heaved with heavy breaths. I could still feel my wolf raging inside me, begging me to shift, to fight. But I stayed still, my

voice lower

teeth, my eyes burning. "So what, we just sit

"We

His grip loosened slightly.

of you," he said, looking between me, Louis, and Levi. "But if we let rage guide us, you will lose

clenched my fists, anger still burning inside me,

"Then what’s

and stepped back, running a

staying here for a few days, and that gives us an advantage," he said, but I wasn’t relieved... I still

continued. "Olivia is legally married to you three," he said, his voice hopeful. "And she’s your fated mate. That gives you a solid claim—but since Damien isn’t backing down. I’ll report this

flashed sharply. "That’s not a good idea,

men, about 50 years and above. Governing them is Alpha Matthew of the Moon Walker Pack... who is sixty years, and he is about to step down. Rumors have it

him, his brows furrowed. "And why

make

into a

could go either way. That’s why everything now depends on

My heart sank.

voice dropped, heavy with worry. "If she tells the Council that she wants nothing to do with Damien, that she chooses you—her mates—then he’ll be forced to back off. The Council

badly?" I asked, my voice rough with fear. The Olivia we hurt

without hesitation. "Your mating bond won’t matter. They’ll declare it broken. And if Olivia requests a

muttered, barely above a whisper. "We can’t

whimpered in the back of

Olivia’s words. You three need to fix whatever is broken between you and

now it’s in her hands," I said

Father nodded. "Yes."

None of us spoke,

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

turned toward the door. "You have a few days. Make them count. Earn her trust back. Show her why she loved you