Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 337: His Apartment

Olivia’s POV

In exactly three minutes, I pulled myself out of my room and teleported to a quiet corner near the coffee shop. The afternoon sun spilled golden light across the street, warming the stone paths, but my chest still felt cold and tight.

Then, the hum of an engine reached my ears. I looked up just as a car rolled steadily toward the shop, its dark paint glinting under the sun. My eyes dropped to the plate, and recognition struck instantly—the Alpha’s crest, bold and obvious.

For a breath, my heart settled. At one glance, the driver eased the knot in my chest. It was Louis. Even behind the glass, I knew it was him. His calm presence radiated like an anchor, steady and comforting, pulling me back from the storm raging inside me. I didn’t wait for him to come out of the car. Instead, my feet carried me forward before I could second-guess myself. The car slowed to a stop, and I walked straight to the passenger side, my hand trembling only slightly as I pulled the door open.

Louis turned his head, his calm brown eyes locking onto mine. The concern was etched into his features. He didn’t say anything at first, but the way his gaze studied me made words unnecessary. I slipped into the seat beside him, shutting the door softly but firmly, as if sealing myself away from the chaos I had left behind. The scent of him mixed with the lingering leather of the car, wrapping around me like a shield.

"Olivia..." he finally spoke, his voice low and concerned. "Tell me the truth—are you okay?" My lips parted, but no sound came out at first. My chest rose and fell, heavy, the fire inside me refusing to calm. I turned my head, meeting his gaze with a rawness I couldn’t hide.

"No," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I’m not okay."

His jaw tightened, but he reached across gently, his hand brushing against mine, comforting me. "You will be fine. I’m here."

I nodded and flashed him a weak smile. Louis smiled back at me, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes because he was worried about me. Then he started the car. The engine hummed softly as Louis pulled away from the coffee shop. I sat in silence, my gaze fixed out the window, watching the world blur past. Each turn of the wheels seemed to take me further from the suffocating weight I’d left behind. Louis didn’t speak again, and I was grateful for it. His silence wasn’t cold—it was comforting, patient, like he was giving me the space I didn’t even know I needed. Every so often, I could feel his eyes flicker toward me, checking, but never pushing.

After a few minutes, he turned into a quieter street, lined with neat trees and smaller buildings. The car slowed, then finally rolled to a stop in front of an apartment complex tucked away at the back of the block.

Louis stepped out, and before I could reach

soft shadows across his face. Louis was devastatingly handsome. His jaw was strong but not harsh, balanced by the softness of his full lips. His deep brown eyes carried a calm steadiness that could disarm anyone; they were the kind of eyes that seemed to

shared the same blood, the same bond, but each carried their own face, their own aura, their own pull. Loving them was

swung my legs out, the soles of my shoes crunching lightly against the gravel. Rising to my feet, I took in the place. It was quiet, private, hidden from the

yours?" I asked softly, my voice

he said gently, correcting himself, as

of me toward the entrance. His steps were steady, unhurried, like he wanted me to feel there was no rush, no pressure—only safety. He glanced back once, giving me a reassuring

my housekeeper to leave," he said quietly as he slid the key into the lock. "So it’s just

way he said it—simple, calm—eased the tension coiled inside my chest. The door opened with a soft click, and he stepped aside, holding it for me. I hesitated only

was spacious but warm, the air carrying a faint blend of wood polish and Louis’s scent. The living room opened wide, with a soft gray couch set neatly against the wall, a glass table in front of it. Light spilled in through large windows, painting golden streaks across the

portrait, framed in dark oak. My breath caught in my throat as I took it in. It was us. The

sixteenth birthday. We were younger, smiling, caught in a moment before everything had

whispered behind my ear. My smile widened as my eyes lingered on the portrait, wishing desperately that time could rewind, that everything could be as simple again. His arms remained around me, warmth steady at my back, perfect, almost too perfect. Yet, even

traces of polish and his scent. My stomach tightened. A place this perfect... could it really have been waiting only for

she had caught a

into this space? The thought burned, souring the comfort

have you brought here,