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?

did her voice echo louder now than

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

cut

I didn’t move.

from the other side. "The men have arrived. They brought

My head shot up.

and crossed the room in two long strides. I yanked the door open and stared

straight. "They’re holding him in the throne

heart thudded. "Good. Call

word and turned down

stormed into the throne room, my boots

And there he was.

Silas.

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

their presence filling the room with a tense, heavy energy. The door thudded shut behind them, and now it was just us—brothers, guards, and the traitor sitting in the

is the meaning of this?" Silas barked, yanking at his

looked down at him.

curled. "Release me now. I’ve done nothing wrong. This is

cut straight through the nonsense. "We know it was you," he said calmly, but his voice had the weight of anger behind it. "We know you forged Olivia’s

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

all I needed to

turning to

of them quickly left and returned moments later with a long

eyes widened. "You