Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 466: Make Me Forget

Olivia’s POV

Levi didn’t even flinch when I stepped closer. He just stared down at his glass, swirling what was left inside before taking another slow sip. I reached out quietly and took it from his hand. He didn’t fight me. He didn’t say a word.

"I think you’ve had enough," I said softly.

He let out a faint, humorless chuckle. "Since when did you start caring for me?"

I ignored the jab and set the glass down on the desk. "Since I realized we needed to talk."

At that, his eyes finally met mine—dark, heavy, guarded.

"Talk," he repeated flatly. "About what, Olivia? About how you think I’m jealous of my brother? About how you’re scared I’d hurt him?"

His words stung. I could hear the bitterness under them, the pain he tried to bury behind that calm tone.

"No," I said quietly. "About us."

He frowned. "Us?"

"Yes," I said, stepping closer. "You and me. Levi, we’ve been avoiding each other like strangers when we both know we can’t keep doing this."

He stared at me, his jaw tight. "You think a conversation is going to fix what’s already broken?"

My chest tightened. "Maybe not. But pretending it’s fine is breaking it even more."

Silence. The air between us felt thick—heavy with all the things we’d left unsaid for too long.

in front of him. "Levi," I said softly,

He froze.

trembling. "Just because I’m fighting to bring Lennox back doesn’t mean what I feel for you has changed. I love him too—maybe differently—but that doesn’t mean I

moment, his eyes flickered with something

you should

at me like

that I can’t fix it. I hate that every time I look at you, I feel like I’m

not

feel

something

took one step closer, then another—until the space between us disappeared. His hand came up slowly, his fingers brushing a tear from my cheek. "Because," he said softly, "every time I look at you, I remember that I’m the

hitched.

cut in, voice low. "We both are. I shouldn’t have destroyed your bond with Lennox. I thought

me. As my mate, he thought it was his responsibility. And maybe... if I

eyes filled with sincere guilt.

The warmth

I whispered,

hesitated for a second—just one—and

desperate, painful, full of everything we’d been holding back. Guilt. Love. Longing. Regret. And even though I knew

wanted to feel something other than pain.

his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. Levi’s breath caught. "Olivia, what

"I want to forget everything

my eyes, his voice hoarse. "Are you

my voice steady even as my heart raced.

whispered again, as though saying my name might stop what was already happening. But his voice wavered, betraying