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

exchanged bewildered glances with my brothers. They looked just as lost as I

I ordered. Dustin nodded

to the guards. "Take the body back to the mortuary." With that, I walked away, my brothers at my

study, I turned to face them. They looked just as dumbfounded and confused

does this even mean?" Louis asked

let’s wait for the seer. She has a lot to

nodded, and we

stayed nearby—Louis pacing around, Levi slumped on the couch with his face in his hands. The room was quiet, but the

knew it now. Deep down, my soul knew it. My wolf knew

slowly, my heart pounding harder the more I thought about it. If that head belonged to Rebecca—then what about the woman I kissed two nights ago? The one I

Rebecca’s... then who

confusion. "Since the body wasn’t Olivia, then who

shakily, gripping the edge of the

who might

brothers looked at

"Damien."

narrowed his eyes. "You think

it," I said. "Too many things don’t add up. We never heard of Rebecca until he brought her here, claiming she was his wife. Did you notice how

he knows

stood from my

need to watch him. Closely. Every step. Every move. If Olivia is alive—since she was never the one in that grave—then Damien’s the key to finding out where

brothers both nodded in

panting slightly. Behind him was the seer, her head lowered, her eyes not meeting

my eyes. Louis folded his arms, his glare sharp.

up slowly. "You better have something to explain,"

up, guilt written all

"I—I can explain."

that body was Olivia’s! You confirmed it yourself. You made us believe she

she said quickly, trembling. "And I’m sorry. I

heavy silence fell. My hands clenched at

"You what?"

voice breaking. "Please... forgive me. I had no choice. My only son was kidnapped. I was threatened. They told me if I didn’t lie—if I didn’t say the body was