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.

me by the shoulder, spun me around, and slammed me

"Enough!" he barked.

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

roared. "He’s crossed the line, Father! He doesn’t

from mine. "He’s my brother. Your uncle. You think I don’t want to tear him apart

eyes burned with anger, but there was

Council of Werewolves wants him. Half the packs fear him. Do you even understand what would happen if you went after him

My frown deepened.

wolf raging inside me, begging me to shift, to fight.

continued, voice lower now but deadly serious.

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

Father said firmly. "We will work with

His grip loosened slightly.

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

inside me, but I gave a

slowly. "Then

back, running a hand through his

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

gives you a solid

flashed sharply. "That’s not

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 that Uncle Damien, despite just being thirty-five years old, is the favorite to succeed despite not being a member of

him, his brows

worry. "Because if the Council gets involved, they’ll make Olivia choose—publicly. And if she says something... anything

room fell into

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

My heart sank.

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 no

voice rough with fear. The Olivia we hurt

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

a whisper. "We can’t

in the back

on Olivia’s words. You three need to fix whatever is broken between you and Olivia before that hearing comes. If

now it’s in her

Father nodded. "Yes."

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

anger, jealousy... and now we had no choice but to hope the girl we hurt still loved us enough to forgive

them count. Earn her trust