Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 235: A message

Lennox’s POV

"Lennox... son... wake up."

I felt a gentle tap on my arm, and my eyes slowly fluttered open. At first, everything was blurry, but then I saw her—an old woman sitting at the edge of my bed. I blinked hard, confused... until her face became clearer. My heart jumped.

"Great-grandmother?" I whispered, staring at her in shock.

A warm smile spread across her face, that same smile I had always remembered.

"Yes, it’s me, Nox," she said, using the nickname she always called me when I was little.

I wanted to smile back... but something didn’t feel right. She had died. I was only ten years old when we buried her. The last time I saw her was after her funeral—when I cried myself to sleep holding her scarf.

So why was I seeing her now?

Almost like she read my mind, she reached out and gently patted my hand.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart. This is a dream. Just a dream."

I let out a slow breath and nodded. Somehow, her touch still felt real.

"But... why are you here?" I asked quietly. "Why now?"

Her eyes softened. "Because you’re about to discover something," she said gently. "Something important."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice tense.

She looked down for a moment, then back at me. "Something is coming, Lennox. Something that will shake you and your brothers. It will hurt... it will break you for a while."

swallowed hard, dreading her next

afraid," she added softly. "It was meant to be. It’s part of your destiny. Everything you’re

is it?

head. "You’ll find out

down, I knew I couldn’t force more from her. So instead, I looked at her... really looked

my voice cracking. "If you were still here, maybe... maybe

thumb. "It was time for me to go, Nox. I

closed my eyes, trying not

says hi," she added with

hadn’t heard his name in years. I could almost see his face again—his strong voice, his stories by the fire. They both used to mean everything to

him too," I

she said gently. "But we’re always with you. Watching.

forehead. "Be strong, Lennox. Take care of your brothers. And whatever happens

again, and just like that... she began

out, reaching for her. But she

And I woke up.

heart felt heavy. I sat up, breathing hard. I looked at the time—3 a.m. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I pushed myself out of bed. My chest felt tight. I couldn’t

us? Something that would break

funeral. I was just a boy then—mourning

racing in my head, twisting and turning, refusing to settle. Before I knew it, the dark sky outside had begun

was cold, quiet... but not silent. People were already moving around the courtyard. Setting up. Arranging white flowers. Covering

to respond to the greetings. My feet just moved on their own... carrying me to

I walked past rows of familiar names. Uncles. Aunts. Alphas. Betas. Warriors.

elegant and simple, just like she had been. Right beside her was great-grandfather

my throat. Then... I noticed something else. A fresh grave.

Olivia Parker.