Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 233

233 Connection With The Strange Woman

Levi’s POV

An awkward silence hung in the air. Not the kind of silence that brought peace–but the heavy, suffocating kind that made your chest feel too tight and your thoughts too loud.

None of us spoke. None of us needed to. Ever since she arrived… we hadn’t been the same. We were all thinking it. All feeling it. But none of us wanted to say it out loud. She couldn’t be our second–chance mate. The universe couldn’t be that cruel. And yet, nothing else explained the pull. The way her scent made something in us calm, the way her eyes–haunted and too familiar–cut deeper than they should’ve. We hadn’t accepted the body we found as Olivia’s. We hadn’t fully let her go. And now, woman… this stranger… she had stirred everything back up.

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now, this

A knock broke the silence, and instinctively, we all looked up. We should’ve told whoever it was to go away. But when I caught the scent… and the voice followed, I changed my mind.

“It’s Dustin,” came the voice from the other side.

“Come in,” I said.

Dustin stepped inside, shutting the door quietly behind him.

“I have news,” he announced.

We sat up straighter. For the first time in hours, maybe the whole day.

He continued, “Silas has been found. Our men tracked him down in South Korea. He’s being brought back as we speak. If all goes well, he’ll be here by tomorrow night.”

A collective exhale escaped our lips.

Finally.

We were convinced he was paid, manipulated by someone who wanted to ruin everything between us and Olivia. And now, we’d get the truth out of him.

“Thank you, Dustin,” I said, nodding.

233 Connection With The Strange Woman

But he didn’t leave. His expression told us he had something more to say.

“What else?” I asked.

“The funeral,” he said quietly. “Preparations have started. I thought you’d want to

know.”

My chest tightened.

The word funeral still felt like poison in my mouth.

Lennox, voice low and hoarse, finally spoke. “Supervise everything for us. Please:

Dustin nodded and left the room.

The room went back to its usual quietness until another knock. This time, it was lighter. Softer.

A maid peeked through the door. “Dinner is ready, Alphas.”

We were about to wave her off, like we had the past three nights. We hadn’t eaten. Couldn’t stomach the idea of food since Olivia’s… death.

But then the thought hit me.

She would be there.

Laughing softly–too softly–at something he said. He reached out and tucked a strand

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