Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 202

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202 lost her

Lennox’s POV

With the help of our betas and the guards, we were taken to my room. None of us had the strength to walk on our own–not after what had just happened. Our bodies were drained, our souls shredded beyond repair. The bond that had once tied us to Olivia

was gone.

The moment the door closed behind us, we collapsed onto the bed like broken men. All three of us. Our hearts felt were set on fire… burning, searing from the

as if inside out. The agony was like nothing I had ever known. It wasn’t just physical–it was soul–deep, sharp, and unrelenting. As if pieces of us had been ripped away, leaving nothing but hollow shells behind.

Three healers rushed into the room, their faces pale with worry, their hands already glowing with soft magic. They moved quickly, muttering incantations under their breath, trying everything–spells to ease the pain, herbs to calm the nerves, soothing words meant to comfort. Their hands pressed against our chests, over our temples, trying desperately to stitch together what was left of us.

But I knew the truth. We all knew it.

No matter what they did… no matter how powerful their magic… no matter how skilled their healing hands… the real wound was deeper than flesh. The damage was done in places they could never reach–in our hearts, in our souls.

The pain there would never go away.

I turned my head slowly and looked to the side. My eyes landed on Levi, who was lying next to me on my right.

He was crying.

Silent tears rolled down his face, one after another. His chest rose and fell with shaky breaths as he tried to hold it all in. But I could see it–he was falling apart, just like me.

On my other side, Louis lay/still, staring up at the ceiling with empty eyes. He wasn’t crying, but I could feel his pain. It was in the way his fists were clenched, in the tight line of his jaw, in the way his whole body trembled.

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We were broken.

All three of us.

And the worst part?

We did this to ourselves.

I closed my eyes and took a shaky breath. Olivia’s voice still echoed in my head.

“Lennox Luciano… I, Olivia Parker… reject you as my mate.”

Fresh, hot tears fell down my cheek, but I didn’t wipe the tears from my face. I let them

fall.

My wolf was crying too, broken and empty. I reached inside, searching for the bond, trying to feel her again. That warm feeling… that pull toward her…. the sense that no matter where she was, I could find her.

But there was nothing.

Just silence.

It felt like part of my soul had been ripped out. Like something sacred had been taken from me and would never return.

“Maybe we should have fought harder…” Louis whispered, his voice shaking. “We shouldn’t have agreed to the rejection.”

I didn’t respond.

There was nothing to say.

We couldn’t fight it–not with the Elders‘ decision, not when Olivia herself wanted it. Not when she has a solid proof to back up her claims. Even if we had told them about the letters–that someone bewitched us, poisoned us against her–no one would have believed us.

Not even her.

She’d think it was just another excuse. Another lie.

And the worst part?

We thought if we accepted the rejection, she would agree to stay back.

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“What happened?!” Mother asked, dropping to her knees beside the bed, her hands

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reaching for us all.

Father looked at us–his powerful, stern eyes filled with concern. “You went through

with it…”

And just behind them… walked in our uncle.

My frown deepened as I glared at him, but he had a smirk on his face… that kind of victorious smirk.

My weak wolf growled angrily inside me. I forced myself up from the bed and began approaching him… my hands trembling with anger.

“How could you, Uncle… how could you do this to us…” I spat in anger and pain.

“There are so many girls… why our Olivia…” I spat and stood just an inch away from him. I was filled with anger but also in pain. Damien was more than an uncle to us… he was like an elder brother to us… When I was younger, confused by the strange feelings I’d begun to have for Olivia, I had gone to him. I had left home, traveled to his pack just to confide in him.

“You knew we loved her,” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “We adored her. And you still

“I took what you took from me,” Damien said calmly, his smirk widening just a little. “An eye for an eye, right?”

I froze.

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His words didn’t make sense.

“What… what are you talking about?” I asked, frowning, my anger twisting into confusion.