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.

The woman whose eyes made my throat

Neither did Louis. But we all

didn’t need

days—we were going to eat. Just to

we entered the dining room, the sight

There she was.

Sitting beside Damien.

he said. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear,

And then her

And my heart stopped.

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

come," Mother said from across the table, sounding genuinely pleased.

plates went untouched for a moment until I forced myself to

wasn’t here for

romance novel. "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 our honeymoon. This wasn’t what

a smile so sweet,

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

against the plate before I

his hand on the table

on Damien and 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,

room went dead

thickened like a

wasn’t just anger I heard in Lennox’s

It was something else.

Jealousy.

that was choking

that—like they were in love, like

quickly, biting her lower lip. Damien, surprisingly,

a pause, his

The moment he left, my eyes fell on her and I could see

said hastily, and

her. But I forced

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

moment she left

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

I clenched my jaw, trying

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

get back to my room and

the stairs, heading toward my room, but halfway down the

against the wall, gasping

My heart dropped.