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."

hard, dreading her

be. It’s part of your destiny. Everything you’re going to find out—was always

deeply. "What is

find out

So instead, I looked at her... really looked at her. And

missed you," I whispered, my voice cracking. "If you were still

and brushed my cheek with her thumb. "It was time for me to go, Nox.

closed my eyes,

says hi," she

him, I 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 stories by the fire.

miss him

gently. "But we’re always with you.

care of your brothers. And whatever happens tomorrow... don’t let

blinked again, and just like

wait," I called out, reaching for her. But she was already

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 sit

us? Something that would break us? Why

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

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

restless, I left my room and walked outside. The morning was cold, quiet... but not silent. People were already moving around the courtyard. Setting up. Arranging

just moved on their

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

and simple, just like she

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

Olivia Parker.