Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 233: Connection With The Strange Woman

Levi’s POV

An awkward silence hung in the air. Not the kind of silence that brought peace—but the heavy, suffocating kind that made your chest feel too tight and your thoughts too loud.

None of us spoke. None of us needed to. Ever since she arrived... we hadn’t been the same. We were all thinking it. All feeling it. But none of us wanted to say it out loud. She couldn’t be our second-chance mate. The universe couldn’t be that cruel. And yet, nothing else explained the pull. The way her scent made something in us calm, the way her eyes—haunted and too familiar—cut deeper than they should’ve. We hadn’t accepted the body we found as Olivia’s. We hadn’t fully let her go. And now, this woman... this stranger... she had stirred everything back up.

A knock broke the silence, and instinctively, we all looked up. We should’ve told whoever it was to go away. But when I caught the scent... and the voice followed, I changed my mind.

"It’s Dustin," came the voice from the other side.

"Come in," I said.

Dustin stepped inside, shutting the door quietly behind him.

"I have news," he announced.

We sat up straighter. For the first time in hours, maybe the whole day.

He continued, "Silas has been found. Our men tracked him down in South Korea. He’s being brought back as we speak. If all goes well, he’ll be here by tomorrow night."

A collective exhale escaped our lips.

Finally.

We were convinced he was paid, manipulated by someone who wanted to ruin everything between us and Olivia. And now, we’d get the truth out of him.

"Thank you, Dustin," I said, nodding.

But he didn’t leave. His expression told us he had something more to say.

"What else?" I asked.

"The funeral," he said quietly. "Preparations have started. I thought you’d want to know."

My chest tightened.

The word funeral still felt like poison in my mouth.

Lennox, voice low and hoarse, finally spoke. "Supervise everything for us. Please."

Dustin nodded and left the room.

The room went back to its usual quietness until another knock. This time, it was lighter. Softer.

A maid peeked through the door. "Dinner is ready, Alphas."

We were about to wave her off, like we had the past three nights. We hadn’t eaten. Couldn’t stomach the idea of food since Olivia’s... death.

But then the thought hit me.

She would be there.

Damien’s wife.

made my wolf stir. The woman

did Louis.

need

the first time in three days—we were going to eat. Just

the sight

There she was.

Sitting beside Damien.

something he said. He reached out and tucked a strand of

at him. And then her eyes... flicked to us. Just for a

And my heart stopped.

and took my seat... wondering how just a look from this stranger

happy you all decided to come," Mother said from across the table, sounding

went untouched for a moment until

wasn’t here for food

love," he said softly, just loud enough for all of us to

so sweet,

where I want to be," she said gently, brushing her thumb across his hand. "We don’t need beaches and candles. I already

the plate before I could stop

the table suddenly, making everyone

his wife. His voice wasn’t loud—but it was sharp. Raged. "This pack is mourning. If you want to flirt and play the happy couple, go back to your room. Don’t

went dead

thickened like a

wasn’t just anger I

It was something else.

Jealousy.

same thing that was

they were in love, like they belonged together—felt like

lower lip. Damien, surprisingly, didn’t argue. He simply reached for his

a pause, his tone cool. "We’ll keep

left, my eyes fell on her and I could see her uneasiness...

excuse me... I beg to take my leave," she said hastily, and didn’t wait for anyone to respond before

go after her—to follow her. But I forced myself to

pushed the food around on my plate, but every bite felt like sand in my

the moment

looked so uneasy. Ask her why the moment Damien left the room, her smile

jaw, trying to suppress the

saying a word, I stood up from the table, ignoring the way Louis shot me a

back to my room and

my room, but halfway down the hallway, I saw

the wall, gasping

My heart dropped.