Chapter 262: A Different Olivia

Lennox’s POV

The heavy doors groaned as they opened, and we stepped into the hall.

There was silence as everyone’s eyes were focused on the people on the stage, and mine followed, almost on instinct. Then I saw her.

Olivia?

Our Olivia?

For a heartbeat, it felt like a dream—some cruel illusion my mind had conjured up to torture me. But she was real. The girl seated on the platform was her.

Her alluring eyes—those eyes I’d memorized—widened the second they found mine.

My breath caught.

My wolf roared in my head, louder than I’d ever heard him before.

"Mate!"

I stumbled slightly, blinking hard.

What?

I glanced at Levi and Louis beside me—they looked just as stunned, frozen in place. Their chests rose and fell rapidly. They felt it too.

"No," I whispered under my breath.

Not because I didn’t want her. Goddess, I wanted her. Even after everything... she still owned every broken piece of me.

But this wasn’t possible.

We’d been rejected.

The bond was gone. Broken. Severed. She’d made sure of it.

So how—?

My heart thudded painfully in my chest as my wolf howled again, clawing to get out, to go to her. To fall at her feet. To beg. To make it right.

But I couldn’t move.

I watched her, watched her mouth part slightly, watched her hands tremble as she stared back at us like we were a curse come to life.

She was scared.

at us like we were the storm

And we were.

a slow breath, his voice barely audible. "Is

Levi muttered.

But it was.

felt it—stronger than before.

mate bond... had

had

My brow furrowed deeply.

Why was she here?

she seated on a

staring at her

hell was going

head around it, Calvin’s voice rang out across

a hand proudly on her shoulder, "I want you all to join me... as

I blinked.

What?

he

to Levi and Louis,

slightly, but no words

Levi stared ahead, frozen.

my breath,

That couldn’t be

to be some kind of show. A

Calvin’s twisted political

then I looked at her

Really looked.

resemblance was there—subtle but impossible to ignore. The sharp cheekbones. The same piercing eyes.

a little

my parents said—how Olivia wasn’t actually

it all

She’s really his sister...

Calvin’s sister.

mean Calvin is related

I stepped further into the hall. My brothers stayed close behind, just as lost as I was. My wolf was howling, frantic, begging me to close

acted as if she didn’t know... like her wolf wasn’t screaming that we were her mates...

us

we were strangers.

a lullaby. The guests began

her. Some bowed. Some kissed the back of her hand. Some whispered blessings

beautiful in person,"

the special one..." another voice

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