Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 416: Dream

Levi’s POV

The moment Olivia slammed the link shut, I felt it — an unbearable pain. I tried again, pushing gently against the bond, but nothing came back. She had blocked me — blocked us.

My chest tightened, but I forced myself to breathe. Unlike Lennox, who paced the study like a caged wolf, and Louis, whose fists were clenched so hard his knuckles had gone pale, I sat still. Calm on the outside, but inside I was worried.

"Damn it, Levi!" Lennox snapped, his voice sharp. "She cut us off again. You felt it, right? She’s not listening."

I nodded once. "I felt it." My voice was even, steady, though the storm inside me threatened to spill over.

Louis slammed his fist against the table. "We shouldn’t have let it get this far. She’s hurting, and instead of protecting her, we made her think we were against her."

I closed my eyes briefly, fighting the sting of guilt. He was right. Olivia had looked so pained, so furious, so desperate when she spoke about Selene. And what had we done? Questioned her. Suggested she was jealous.

Maybe we hadn’t meant it to sound like that, but that’s what she heard. That’s what she felt.

"I tried to reach her," I murmured, running a hand down my face. "She cut me off before I could even finish her name."

Lennox cursed under his breath and shoved a hand through his hair. "She’s overreacting. We just need to give her a day. She’ll cool down."

But I shook my head. "No. This isn’t about cooling down. She’s hurt. Deeply. And if we keep brushing it off, we’ll lose her trust completely."

Silence fell over the room. The weight of it pressed heavy on my chest.

it, his voice quieter this time. "You think

Olivia always found her way back to us. But the doubt in

their looks full of worry too. "If we don’t prove

study was silent for another moment before

calling Olivia, I

felt her small, sharp breath

slap Olivia?" I shouted into the link.

thinking of the best lie. "She was acting like a bitch," she answered coolly. "She attacked

voice rolled through the bond like thunder. "Get ready, Selene. The next time we meet, you’ll get a slap from me too." The threat

me?" she shot back.

jabbed at the bond. "It’s been three days," he said sharply. "Why hasn’t he fed from you yet? Why hasn’t

murmured. "If I offered him my blood when we weren’t close, he’d smell something wrong. He would suspect. That’s why I’m getting close first. I need him to trust me.

felt a cold knot in my chest. Her tone sounded practiced. Too practiced.

to suspect you," I told her. "Don’t think about betraying us. Remember what we can

I could feel the wheels turning in her head — assessment, calculation. She knew exactly how we could deal with

calm voice. "You

keep doing just that." I frowned. "Listen, Selene — you have three days to get him to feed from your poison blood. If you

realized Olivia was right.

heavy, pressing down on me from all sides. I rubbed my eyes, the weight of everything sinking deep into my

tired," I muttered finally, pushing back my

look, but I didn’t explain. I didn’t have the strength to. Louis only nodded, though the worry in his eyes mirrored

slowly to my room. My chest ached, my thoughts were messy, but as soon as I lay down, sleep

field soaked in the smell of blood. My wolf howled in my