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."

dreading

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

deeply. "What is it? Tell me

"You’ll find out tomorrow night. When the time is

couldn’t force more from her. So instead, I looked at her... really looked at her. And the

my voice cracking. "If you

my cheek with her thumb. "It was time for me to go, Nox. I lived a full and fulfilled life. And where I

my eyes, trying not to

great-grandfather Nathan says hi,"

broke. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away. I hadn’t heard his name in years. I could almost see his face again—his strong voice, his

him too,"

gently. "But we’re always with

and kissed my forehead. "Be strong, Lennox. Take care of your brothers. And whatever happens tomorrow...

just like

wait," I called out, reaching for her.

And I woke up.

sigh escaped my lips as I pushed myself

shake us? Something that would

funeral. I was just a boy then—mourning her in silence, hugging her scarf like it could

refusing to settle. Before I knew it, the dark sky outside had begun to lighten. Dawn was here. But the weight in my chest hadn’t

not silent. People were

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

behind the eastern woods—built long ago for royal bloodlines. I walked past rows of familiar names. Uncles. Aunts.

Hailee. Her stone was elegant and simple, just like she had been. Right beside her

my throat. Then... I noticed something else. A fresh grave. Already dug. The soil piled beside it. The name on the temporary wooden plaque

Olivia Parker.