Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 239: Who Paid You

Lennox’s POV

The first ritual was over. The crowd had begun to disperse, some heading back to their homes, others lingering in quiet clusters to share old memories. But the rest of us—my family—we returned to the pack house in silence, waiting for the final ritual that would take place later tonight.

Some pack members wanted to come up to us... to offer their condolences, share their grief, speak of Olivia. But we gave the guards strict orders to let no one through. None of us were in the mood to hear sweet words about someone we all failed to protect.

Back in my room, I couldn’t stop thinking about Rebecca.

I kept seeing her fainting in the garden, falling like a feather that had lost its strength to float. For a terrifying second, my instincts kicked in, and I had turned toward her—but I stopped myself. I couldn’t move. Not with all those eyes watching. I forced myself to stay rooted to the ground, to act like I didn’t care. Like I hadn’t just watched someone collapse in the middle of the funeral.

Even when Damien lifted her in his arms and walked off, I stayed. I clenched my fists. Bit my tongue. Focused on the ritual.

But my mind... my mind refused to obey.

Instead, it kept circling back to her. Her pale face. Her trembling hands. That look in her eyes.

Why the hell was I so worried about her?

I didn’t have an answer. So I just stayed in my room, pacing the floor, ignoring the voices downstair, avoiding everyone. I didn’t eat. I didn’t sleep. I barely even breathed.

Great-grandmother Hailee’s words kept haunting me.

"Something is coming, Lennox... Something that will shake you and your brothers. It will break you for a while. But don’t be afraid... it was meant to be."

What did she mean?

echo louder now than it

out a heavy sigh and dropped onto the edge of the bed, burying my

cut

I didn’t move.

Lennox," Dustin’s voice came from the other side. "The men

My head shot up.

two long strides. I yanked the door open and stared

"They’re holding him in

"Good. Call

without another word and turned

stormed into the throne room, my boots hitting the marble with a loud

And there he was.

Silas.

these years, I recognized him in an instant. He sat shackled on

door thudded shut behind them, and now it was just us—brothers, guards, and the traitor sitting

is the meaning of this?" Silas barked, yanking at his chains. "Why was I abducted and brought here like

forward and looked down at him. "Why were you running, Silas? This is your home,

me now. I’ve done

his voice had the weight of anger behind it. "We know you forged Olivia’s handwriting. You wrote those spelled letters that drove us to hate her. We

flickered—but he shook his head. "I don’t

I needed to

me a hot iron," I said coldly, turning to the guards.

didn’t hesitate. One of them quickly left and returned moments later with a long rod, the tip glowing red-hot

eyes widened.