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

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

is it? Tell

find out

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

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

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

my eyes, trying not

your great-grandfather Nathan says hi," she added with

name in years. I could almost see his

him too,"

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

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

blinked again, and just like that... she began to

for

And I woke up.

up, breathing hard. I looked at the time—3 a.m. A heavy sigh escaped my lips

she mean? Something that would shake us? Something that

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

refusing to settle. Before I knew it, the dark sky outside

morning was cold, quiet... but not silent. People were already

ached. I didn’t stop to respond to the greetings. My feet just moved on their own... carrying me to the only place I could think of: the

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

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

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

Olivia Parker.