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

say anything. Neither did Louis. But we

didn’t need to

were going

the sight that greeted us made

There she was.

Sitting beside Damien.

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

And then her eyes... flicked to

And my heart stopped.

stranger could steal

said from across the table, sounding genuinely pleased.

but said nothing. The food on our plates went untouched for

here

like they were in some damn romance novel. "I’m sorry, my love," he said softly, just loud enough for all of us to hear, "that

to him with a smile so sweet,

to be," she said gently, brushing her thumb across his hand. "We

plate

the

locked on Damien and his wife. His voice wasn’t loud—but it was sharp. Raged. "This pack is mourning.

went dead

thickened like a

it wasn’t just anger I

It was something else.

Jealousy.

same thing that

like they belonged together—felt like a knife twisting into my

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

understand," he said after a pause, his

rang, and he excused himself. The moment he left, my eyes fell on her and I could

said hastily, and didn’t wait for anyone to

in me screamed to go after her—to follow her. But I forced myself to stare down

but every bite felt like sand in my

appetite vanished the moment

so uneasy. Ask her

my jaw, trying to suppress the

stood up from the table, ignoring the way Louis shot me a knowing look. Lennox didn’t say anything either,

my room

heading toward my room, but halfway down the

the wall,

My heart dropped.