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.

who made my wolf stir. The woman whose

say anything. Neither did

didn’t need

were going

the sight that greeted us

There she was.

Sitting beside Damien.

out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, smiling at her

him. And then her eyes... flicked to us. Just

And my heart stopped.

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

decided to come," Mother said from across the table, sounding genuinely pleased. "You need strength...

all nodded slightly but said nothing. The food on our plates went untouched for a moment until I

here for

"I’m sorry, my love," he said softly, just loud enough for all of us to hear, "that we’re spending this time here instead of on

a smile so

she said gently, brushing her thumb

against the plate

the table suddenly,

and his wife. His voice wasn’t loud—but it was sharp. Raged. "This pack is mourning. If you want to flirt and play

went

like

it wasn’t just anger I

It was something else.

Jealousy.

thing that

love, like they belonged

Damien, surprisingly, didn’t argue. He simply

a pause, his tone cool. "We’ll keep it

himself. The moment he left, my eyes fell on her and I could see her uneasiness... clearly, she wasn’t comfortable. Before any of us could say a word, she

me... I beg to take my leave," she said hastily,

her—to follow her. But I forced

around on my plate, but

the moment she left the

in me wanted to run after her. Ask her why she looked so uneasy. Ask her why the moment Damien left the room, her

jaw,

a knowing look. Lennox didn’t say anything either, but his eyes followed

back to my room and calm my

climbing the stairs, heading toward my room, but halfway

wall, gasping

My heart dropped.