Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 213: Suspect

Levi’s POV

The second-to-last person bowed and was dismissed, declared innocent. The next was called in, and the moment he stepped inside, my brow furrowed. Of course, I recognized him immediately. Nathaniel, our old classmate from high school. But it wasn’t just that. I remembered clearly how we dealt with him when he started hanging around Olivia, wanting to get close to her for reasons we didn’t trust.

I exchanged glances with my brothers. From their expressions, they recognized him too. It had been a long time since we last saw him, despite him still living in the pack.k.

Nathaniel respectfully bowed to us before the person operating the lie detector asked him to take the seat. He took the seat across from us and held my gaze. My frown deepened as I wondered if he was the one who actually forged those letters... did he do that to get back at us for what we did to him?

"It is confirmed that you can mimic handwriting," Lennox said, going straight to the point.

"Yes," Nathaniel answered without hesitation.

Louis growled. "So tell us, were you the one who forged those letters and sent them to us?"

Nathaniel narrowed his eyes. "What letters are you talking about?" he asked, sounding confused, but I didn’t believe him. Out of all the people we had questioned, he was the one with the strongest motive to turn us against Olivia.

Lennox pulled one of the forged letters from the table and held it out. "Look closely. Did you write this? Or help someone write this?"

Nathaniel leaned forward slightly, his gaze flicking to the letter Lennox held out. His brow creased as he studied it, but there was no recognition in his eyes.

"I didn’t write that," he said simply. "I didn’t help anyone write it either."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "But you can mimic handwriting. You just said so yourself."

"Yes," he admitted with a calm voice. "I’m an artist. I’ve trained myself to copy strokes, lines, styles—but that’s for art, not forgery. Not lies. I’d never use my skill to tear someone down."

Louis scoffed. "You expect us to believe that? After everything?"

Nathaniel blinked, confused. "After everything?"

I leaned forward, my jaw tight. "You liked Olivia. You wanted to get close to her. We warned you to stay away, and suddenly, someone sends us forged letters to destroy our bond with her. You’re telling me that’s a coincidence?"

His lips parted, like he wanted to defend himself, but for a moment, he said nothing. That silence made my stomach twist.

"I’m not that kind of person," he said finally, his tone firmer now. "Yeah, I wanted to be her friend. I liked her. But I accepted it when she chose you three. I moved on. I didn’t do this."

"Then who did?" Lennox snapped. "Because someone out there wanted us to hate her. Someone used your kind of skill."

Nathaniel shook his head slowly. "I don’t know. But I swear, it wasn’t me. I would never hurt Olivia, or anyone like that. I’m not holding a grudge, Alpha Levi. Not against you, and definitely not against her."

I looked at my brothers again. Louis’s fists were clenched. Lennox’s jaw ticked in frustration.

He sounded sincere—but that’s what made it worse.

He sounded too convincing.

Too clean.

Too practiced.

"I don’t believe you," I muttered, standing up.

raise his voice. "Believe

back at us," Louis growled. "You

life over jealousy. I don’t know

his eyes cold. "We’ll find

may not be your friend, but I’m

no guilt flickered in his eyes. Still,

he looked at the

was this

ago," Lennox

repeated, thinking. Then he looked at us again. "Why isn’t Silas

I blinked. "Silas?"

said, more firmly

don’t remember anyone named

course, you wouldn’t. You men dealt with him the moment he

and something familiar tugged at the back of

tilted his head, his expression darkening. "Wait. That brown-haired boy who always

hunted down just because Olivia talked to him after classes. He

remember now," Louis muttered. "Stubborn

a dry chuckle. "He could mimic handwriting better than anyone I’ve ever met. Even better

My blood ran cold.

turned to Dustin, who had been standing near the wall like a silent guard dog.

and opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Nathaniel

the pack three years

turned to him

"What?" I asked, stunned.

got a job offer abroad. A really

the hell

you knew," Nathaniel said with a shrug. "But clearly,

clenched his fists. "You’re saying he might’ve

if anyone had

The room fell silent.

pieces suddenly felt like they were starting to fall into place—but in the worst

everything you can about Silas. Wherever he is—drag him back

Clinton nodded and left.

are telling the truth. That you have no hands in this—because if we find out you did... not only will we kill you, but your entire family head

of panic in him. "I can assure you, Alphas, I have no hand in this. What I had

giving him a dismissing nod.

the men at the border that no one is allowed to leave this pack without our

guard nodded

spoke for a long

Lennox broke the

believe it was

I turned to look

"Silas?" I asked.

"My gut tells me he did it. The timing fits. The skill. The motive. Everything points

a slow breath, my thoughts racing. He had a

continued, narrowing his eyes at the letter still lying on the table, "I don’t think he did