Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 257: It Wasn’t Olivia

Lennox’s POV

It was past 1 a.m. My brothers, Clark, Dustin, three guards, and I were at the cemetery behind the mansion. Everywhere was quiet, and the air felt heavy. The guards had just finished digging up the grave. The white coffin was now out and placed in front of us.

I swallowed hard, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. I gave a slight nod. The guards moved. Slowly, cautiously, they pried open the lid of the coffin. A soft hiss escaped as the seal broke. Then—

"No... fucking way..." Dustin whispered, stumbling a step back.

We all turned to him sharply. "What? What is it?" Louis asked.

Dustin didn’t respond. He just pointed, wide-eyed, into the coffin. "Come look."

Confused and growing uneasy, Levi, Louis, and I stepped forward. The guards lifted their flashlights, angling the beams downward. The light hit the inside of the coffin. And everything inside me froze.

"What the—" Levi gasped.

My mouth went dry. My legs went weak.

"Gods..." I breathed, staring.

The body lying in the coffin was the same. The same dress. The same posture. The same scent. But the head... It wasn’t Olivia’s. It was Rebecca’s. Her severed head had been placed on the body we buried. Her eyes closed. Lifeless.

"What the actual hell is going on?" Louis whispered in disbelief.

"We watched Olivia get buried... we saw her face..." Clark said, stunned.

"Unless..." Dustin swallowed. "Unless that was never Olivia."

Silence hung in the air. Tense. Thick. Terrifying.

Because if the body in the coffin was not Olivia—then where the hell was she? And why was Rebecca’s head there instead? None of it made sense. And that was the scariest part.

I took a good look at the body again, and now, just staring at it, I realized my wolf was silent. He wasn’t mourning like he did.

"This doesn’t make sense... Rebecca was kidnapped, and now her head’s in the grave we buried Olivia in? The same head we thought belonged to Olivia? Even the blonde hair was gone—replaced with dark hair," Levi said, confused. f\r(e)ewe.b no\vel.com

opened this grave—it was sealed—so how? I exchanged bewildered glances with my brothers. They looked

get the seer," I

at the decaying body, then I turned to the guards. "Take the body back to the mortuary."

turned to face them. They looked just as

does this even mean?" Louis asked

head. "I don’t know. But let’s wait for the seer. She

brothers nodded, and

brothers stayed nearby—Louis pacing around, Levi slumped on the couch with his face in

Deep down, my soul knew it. My wolf knew it. He hadn’t mourned like he should—hadn’t howled in pain, hadn’t stirred at all. Because it wasn’t her. It never was. But

about it. If that head belonged to Rebecca—then what about the woman I kissed two nights ago? The one I felt so drawn to? The one

body was Rebecca’s... then who the hell was this Rebecca

his eyes dark with confusion. "Since the

the edge

person who might know," I said

my brothers

"Damien."

narrowed his eyes. "You think

he

nodded slowly. "Yeah... he knows something. Or he’s

my chair, my jaw

him. Closely. Every step. Every move. If Olivia is alive—since she was never the one

brothers both nodded

panting slightly. Behind him was the seer, her head lowered, her eyes not meeting ours. The moment she entered,

trying to run away," Dustin said. I narrowed my eyes. Louis folded his arms, his

"You better have something to

up, guilt

"I—I can explain."

You confirmed it yourself. You made

she said quickly, trembling.

fell. My hands clenched at my sides, my anger

"You what?"

only son was kidnapped. I was threatened. They told me if I didn’t lie—if I didn’t say the body was Olivia’s—they’d kill