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.

cut the engine, the sudden silence filling the car like a blanket. Without a word, Louis stepped out, and before I could

carried a calm steadiness that could disarm anyone; they were the kind

the same blood, the same bond, but each carried their own face, their own aura, their own pull. Loving them was like standing before three versions of perfection—three different storms, each capable of

against the gravel. Rising to my feet, I took in the place. It

yours?" I asked softly, my voice still

gaze never leaving me. "Ours," he said gently, correcting himself, as though

toward the entrance. His steps were steady, unhurried, like he wanted me to

quietly as he slid the key into the lock.

a soft click, and he

gray couch set neatly against the wall, a glass table in

the stairs was a large portrait, framed in dark oak. My breath caught in my throat as I took it in.

younger, smiling, caught in a moment before everything had turned

as he wrapped his arms around me and rested his head against my neck. "This is my favorite picture of us," he whispered behind my ear. My smile widened as my eyes lingered on the portrait, wishing desperately that time could

My stomach tightened. A place this perfect... could it

stirred uneasily, restless, like she had caught a scent I

else? How many had been brought into this space? The thought burned, souring the comfort in my chest. My smile faltered, and before I could stop myself, the words

many women have