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.

one swift motion, he grabbed me by the shoulder, spun me around, and slammed

"Enough!" he barked.

there with force. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I stayed

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

my brother. Your uncle. You think I don’t want to tear him apart myself

there was something deeper in them—fear.

just anyone, Lennox. 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 what would happen if you

My frown deepened.

raging inside me, begging me to shift, to fight. But I stayed still,

just fighting a man," Father continued, voice lower now but deadly serious. "We’re fighting influence.

what, we just sit back

firmly. "We will work with

His grip loosened slightly.

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

fists, anger still burning inside me, but I gave a sharp

slowly. "Then what’s

finally released me and stepped back, running a hand through

few days, and that gives us an advantage," he said, but I wasn’t relieved... I still wanted to hear

you a solid claim—but since Damien isn’t backing down. I’ll

flashed sharply. "That’s not

of the Moon Walker Pack... who is sixty years, and he is about to step down. Rumors have it that Uncle Damien, despite just

looked at him, his brows furrowed.

"Because if the Council gets involved, they’ll make

into a suffocating

right. This could go either

My heart sank.

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 will have

says we treated her badly?" I asked, my voice rough with fear. The

They’ll declare it broken. And if Olivia requests

above a

wolf whimpered in the back of my

said. "It depends on Olivia’s words. You three need to fix whatever is broken between you and Olivia before that

it’s in her hands," I

Father nodded. "Yes."

at Levi, then at Louis. None of us spoke, but I could see the same fear brewing in their

had been so caught up in pain, anger, jealousy... and now we had no choice but to hope the girl we

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