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

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

deeply. "What is it?

smiled faintly and shook her head. "You’ll find out tomorrow night. When the time is

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

voice cracking. "If you were still here, maybe... maybe things wouldn’t be so

to go, Nox. I

my eyes, trying not to

your great-grandfather Nathan says hi," she

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. They both used to mean everything

him too," I

know," she said gently. "But

leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Be strong, Lennox. Take care of your

blinked again, and just like

for her. But she was

And I woke up.

heavy sigh escaped my lips

us? Something that would break us?

My great-grandmother hadn’t appeared to me since her funeral. I was just a boy then—mourning her in silence, hugging her scarf like it could bring her back. But now... she came with

it, the dark sky outside had begun to lighten. Dawn was here. But the weight in my

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

feet just moved on their own... carrying me to the only place I could think of: the family

long ago for royal bloodlines. I walked past rows of familiar names. Uncles. Aunts. Alphas. Betas. Warriors.

and simple, just like she had been. Right beside her

them, swallowing the lump in my throat. Then... I noticed something else. A fresh grave. Already dug. The soil piled beside it. The name

Olivia Parker.