Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 293: Want You

Olivia’s POV

Their faces lit up instantly. Levi’s eyes shimmered, a boyish grin spreading across his face as he let out a shaky laugh of relief. Louis exhaled hard, like he’d been holding his breath all this while. And Lennox... he just stared at me like I’d hung the stars with my bare hands.

"You’re serious?" Levi asked, his voice trembling with hope.

I nodded slowly, brushing a tear off my cheek with the back of my hand. "I’m willing to give you a chance. But you have so much work to do."

That made all three of them laugh. Really laugh—like a weight had been lifted, even if only slightly.

Lennox was the first to move. He stepped in without hesitation and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I melted into him, my face pressed against the familiar warmth of his shirt, his scent surrounding me—cedar, smoke, and something purely him.

Then Levi and Louis stood too, and before I could process it, we were all wrapped up in one big, tangled hug. Their arms around me, their bodies pressed close. It was overwhelming—in the best way.

I felt safe. I felt loved.

And goddess... I felt wanted.

I pulled back slightly, looking up into Louis’s eyes. Those warm, brown eyes that had once been my favorite shade. My heart thudded wildly as I reached up and pressed my lips to his.

It was soft. Gentle. But it was also passionate.

When I pulled back, his eyes were wide, stunned, and he looked like he’d forgotten how to breathe.

his eyes dark with emotion, his lips parted. I didn’t hesitate—I

our lips touched, like

And finally... Lennox.

react. I cupped his jaw and pulled him down to me. Our mouths met, and this kiss—gods, this one set me

His other

was heat and hunger and years of repressed feelings exploding

pulled away, my lips were tingling,

wine, maybe the emotions, or maybe I really was ovulating—but the need in my belly was unmistakable.

said before I could stop

pairs of eyes locked onto

know what’s happening. Maybe it’s the hormones. Or maybe it’s the bond. But

Silence.

Thick. Tense. Electrified.

hard. "Are you

brows furrowed. "She is not sure," he said, his voice

clenched at his honesty. I didn’t blame him—not after everything we’d been through. But

soft but certain. "Then let me prove to you that

And I did.

and pulled him into a kiss. Deep. Hungry. No

back with that same desperate energy—years of pain, love, confusion, and craving crashing into the space between our mouths. I moaned softly into the kiss, my fingers threading through

felt him lift the hem of my gown slightly, his fingertips grazing the bare skin of my thigh.

his cock through his pants. He inhaled sharply, the sound shaky and raw, his hips twitching at my teasing