Fated To Not Just One, But Three

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.

like we were the storm

And we were.

slow breath, his voice barely audible. "Is this...

Levi muttered. "It shouldn’t

But it was.

it—stronger than

mate bond... had

maybe... it had

My brow furrowed deeply.

Why was she here?

seated on a

everyone staring at her like she

the hell was going

it, Calvin’s voice rang out across the

"I want you all to join me... as we celebrate the

I blinked.

What?

he

turned sharply to Levi and Louis, who looked just

opened slightly, but

Levi stared ahead, frozen.

I echoed under my breath, eyes darting between

That couldn’t be

to be some kind of

of Calvin’s twisted political

looked at her

Really looked.

to ignore. The sharp cheekbones. The same piercing eyes.

a little as the realization

remembered what my parents said—how Olivia wasn’t actually

all

She’s really his sister...

Calvin’s sister.

mean Calvin is related to

was. My wolf was howling, frantic, begging me to close

she didn’t know... like her wolf wasn’t screaming that we were her

us again. It was

we were strangers.

through the room like a lullaby. The guests began to move, slowly rising from their

to greet her. Some bowed. Some kissed the back of her hand. Some whispered blessings or

more beautiful in person,"

one..." another voice