Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 289: Waking Up In Their arms

Olivia’s POV

I felt soft kisses trail over my cheeks, nose, and forehead. It was warm and gentle, nudging me out of sleep like sunlight peeking through a window.

"Mmm..." I groaned, half asleep, trying to bury my face into the pillow.

"Louis, stop... you’re waking her up," came Lennox’s unmistakable voice, laced with amusement and warning.

I recognized it instantly.

But Louis just chuckled, completely unbothered. "She loves it. Don’t you, sweetheart?" he murmured, pressing one more exaggerated kiss to the tip of my nose.

I tried to smile, still caught between sleep and waking—until I felt a sudden shift in the bed and heard a thud, followed by a grunt.

I forced my eyes open.

What I saw made my sleep-heavy brain jolt awake.

Lennox had tackled Louis, pinning him flat on the bed. His hand was wrapped around Louis’s wrist while his knee held down his shoulder. Louis squirmed dramatically beneath him, clearly not trying very hard to escape.

"I warned you," Lennox said with a growl that wasn’t at all serious.

Louis only laughed harder, breathless beneath him. "You’re just mad I got to her first."

"I always get to her first," Lennox shot back smugly.

"You sound like children," I mumbled, my voice still hoarse with sleep.

They both froze, their heads snapping in my direction.

Then Louis flashed me a boyish grin from beneath Lennox. "Morning, beautiful."

I rolled my eyes. "You’re ridiculous."

"You love me that way."

Before I could respond, the bathroom door opened—and out stepped Levi, steam curling from behind him. His dark hair was damp, and he wore nothing but a white towel slung low around his hips. Droplets of water glistened on his skin, trailing down his chest as he rubbed another towel over his hair.

He paused mid-step, looking over at the scene on the bed with a raised brow.

he muttered. "You

it," Louis said, still

his brother’s face into

surreal—about waking

The droplets on his skin shimmered in the morning light as he tossed the towel from his hair

murmured, his

thinking, I reached for him—and he scooped me into his arms with such ease it made me feel weightless. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms loosely circling his shoulders as he held me

cheek against him

their oversized

blinked, confused for a second. I didn’t remember changing. Didn’t remember how I got into bed. Everything after curling into Lennox

out cold. Lennox carried you in. Louis insisted you wear

from the bed, his face still partially

faintly, inhaling the faint, familiar mix of all their scents clinging to the fabric. It was stupid

few strands of hair away from my face with his free hand. "How are you feeling?"

those alluring sea-blue eyes that always seemed to know more than they let on, and nodded.

even more. "Are you

made my heart

nodded again, a

he leaned in, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to mine—unhurried, like we had all the time in the world. His lips were warm, familiar, and everything in me seemed

forehead rested against mine for

lowered me down onto the bed. Before I could even settle, Lennox

lightly tracing circles over his chest as

felt so good.

Until it didn’t.

through my thoughts like a

Beckham, where the

mind-link hit me hard. It was

My heart dropped.

sat up straight, my breath catching in

three men

wrong?" Lennox asked,

was

a brow. "Who was

of my face. "It was my brother.

instantly—equal