Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 194: Revenge Or Real Lennox's POV "Mine!" My wolf growled loudly inside me, full of rage and jealousy.

He wantedto march over there, grab Olivia from Damien's arms, and tear Damien in two.

But I didn't move.

I clenched my fists instead, trying to keep control.

Beside me, I caught Levi and Louis's eyes. They looked just like me—furious, confused... pained.

But like we had agreed, none of us took a single step forward.

We suspected this might happen.

Earlier, through our bonds, we felt Olivia being intimate with someone... my brothers wanted to storm to Olivia's room, but I stopped them. Rather, we hid in the hallway to see who it was. And a few seconds later, Uncle Damien walked out of her room with that smug smile he always wears.

We just knew.

Something had happened between him and Olivia.

But the question we couldn't answer was: Was it real? Was Olivia falling for him? Was she... with our uncle? Levi thought maybe she was doing it to punish us.

To make us feel the pain she felt.

If that was true-we agreed-we would take it.

Whatever punishment she wanted to give us, we would accept it.

And now... here we are.

Standing still.

While Damien kisses her hand and tells everyone she's his girlfriend.

A soft wave of whispers rose from the guests.

Sguests-those who knew Olivia was our mate, our Luna-kept glancing at us.

Waiting for the explosion.

Waiting for us to snap.

Waiting for us to lose control.

To go wild.

But we didn't.

Even though our blood boiled.

Even though our wolves howled in pain.

We silently stayed where we were.

Then Olivia looked at us.

Right at us.

It wasn't a glance-it was a stare.

Like she was waiting for us to react. Daring us to.

Maybe she wanted to see us lose control.

Or maybe... this was her revenge.

Her way of showing us how much we hurt her-by hurting us right back in front of everyone.

And if that's what this is... if this is her punishment- We'll take it.

We'll take every piece of it.

But that doesn't mean we're letting her go.

No.

Never.

No matter what this is or how far she wants to push us...

She's still ours. We love her.

Sguests stepped forward, smiling as they congratulated Damien and Olivia.

I stayed where I was, my hands tucked deep in my pockets, my jaw tight.

I watched her.

She smiled at them... but not really.

That smile wasn't real.

Not to me.

Not to someone who knows her like I do.

I've watched Olivia grow. I know every detail about her-every little habit, every hidden emotion behind her eyes. I know the way her real smile lights up her whole face, how her dimples show when she laughs for real.

This... wasn't that.

She was faking it. Pretending she was happy.

But I could see through it. I always could.

If she was really happy, her eyes would shine. Her shoulders would relax. Her wolf would feel at peace, not like the storm I could still feel through the bond—even if it was weaker now.

I looked down, breathing hard through my nose.

How did I not see this coming? How did I not see her breaking before she finally shattered? How could I be so blind? Was it the spell? Was that what mademiss all the signs? Or was it justbeing a fool? Because no matter what magic was on us, I should've known Olivia could never send those cruel, hateful letters.

I should've felt it.

She's not the kind of person to destroy someone like that. Our Olivia was the kindest person we've ever met. Why didn't any of us think of this? "I can't stand this," Levi growled through the mind link.

I didn't answer.

My eyes remained fixed on her.

Her arm gently hooked with Damien's, her head resting on his shoulder like it belonged there.

She looked comfortable. Relaxed.

Too relaxed.

And for a terrifying moment, I wondered... what if this isn't an act? What if she's really moved on? What if she wants to be with him? But that didn't make sense.

Uncle Damien... he loved Sofia. Still does.

It's been over three years and he hasn't looked at another woman. He's still broken over her.

So why now? Why Olivia? And Olivia... can someone fall out of love and into another's arms that fast? No.

Something's off. Something's wrong.

As I tried to make sense of it, someone in the crowd suddenly laughed and called out, "So, Damien! When's the wedding?" Everyone chuckled. Glasses clinked. People turned toward them, waiting for an answer.

And Damien? He just smiled. That smug, annoying smile.

"Soon," he said, loud and clear. "Very soon." Then he looked straight at us. Not even trying to hide it.

"Olivia just needs to reject her toxic mates first." I froze.

The words hit harder than a punch.

Sguests gasped. Others looked at us, expecting a reaction.

A few even nodded, like they agreed.

My chest burned, my wolf snarled inside, but I still didn't move.

Then the music changed—something slow, soft, romantic.

Damien turned to Olivia and bowed a little.

"Dance with me?" he asked, offering his hand.

Olivia hesitated for a second. Then she placed her hand in his... and he pulled her gently toward the center of the room.

The lights dimmed slightly. The crowd stepped back, giving them space.

And then they danced.

Right there in front of everyone.

He held her close, one hand on her waist, the other wrapped around her fingers.

Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm, like they'd done this a hundred times.

She looked up at him, and he smiled down at her.

The whole room watched. Silent. Mesmerized.

Even us.

I didn't breathe.

Because in that moment... it didn't look fake.

It looked real.

As they danced, I couldn't tear my eyes away.

Damien moved like he owned her. Like she belonged to him.

His hand slid lower on her back... lower still... until it boldly cupped her ass.

My wolf snarled so loud in my head, I thought I'd lose control right there.

The crowd gasped.

But Damien didn't care.

He pulled her flush against him, his body pressed tightly to hers.

And then-unexpectedly-he tilted her chin up and crushed his mouth onto hers.

It wasn't soft.

It wasn't gentle.

It was rough. Deep. Possessive.

A real kiss.

A kiss meant to mark her. To make a statement in front of everyone.

His fingers gripped her ass, holding her there as his mouth moved om hungrily against hers, like he was deyouring her. Like he wanted every man in this room-every wolf in this room-to know she was his. The guests gasped again. Seven laughed nervously, others whispered in shock.

But I didn't hear them.

All I heard was the sound of my own heartbeat crashing in my ears. My wolf clawed at the walls of my mind, howling, raging to be set free. A searing pain exploded through the mate bond, but I didn't let it show.

Instead, I watched Olivia wrap her arms around his neck and moaned into the kiss.

That kiss-that kiss-felt real.

I could feel Levi trembling beside me. Louis cursed quietly under his breath.

Through the bond, I felt their anger and pain mix with mine.

And I couldn't stop the thought that stabbed deep into my chest.

What if this isn't part of her plan? What if she wants this? What if... we've already lost her? No. My wolf snapped. No. Never. She's ours. Only ours.

But the fear stayed, burning in my chest as Damien finally broke the kiss, grinning down at her like he'd won. His hand stayed on her ass for just a second longer-just to make sure we saw-before he slowly let go.

He whispered something in her ear.

She smiled faintly... too faintly... and then rested her hand lightly on his chest.

Like she belonged there.

The crowd burst into soft applause.

I barely heard it.

My breath caught. My fists shook.

I wanted to scream.

To shift.

To rip the walls down just to stop this nightmare.

But instead, I turned.

With an aching heart and burning eyes, I walked away.