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 two

it," Louis said,

smirked, shoving his brother’s face into the mattress just enough to make

something deeply comforting—almost surreal—about waking up to this chaos.

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

murmured, his voice

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

wasn’t until I rested my cheek against him that

of 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 last night had been a blur. A

he chuckled softly. "You knocked out cold. Lennox carried you in. Louis insisted you wear something comfortable. We all agreed on

from the

inhaling the faint, familiar mix of all their scents clinging to the

hair away from my face with his free hand. "How are you

that always seemed

even more. "Are

heart skip a

a little breathless.

curved his lips, and he leaned in, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to mine—unhurried, like we had all the time in the world.

against mine for a second before he whispered,

bed. Before I could even settle, Lennox reached out and pulled me into his arms, tucking me close to

fingers lightly tracing circles over his chest as Louis finally managed to

felt so

Until it didn’t.

sliced through my

where the

hard. It was

My heart dropped.

my breath catching in my throat.

three men immediately

asked, sitting

was

brow. "Who was

out of my face.

expressions darkened instantly—equal parts