Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 239

239 Who Paid You

Louis and Levi arrived moments later, their presence filling the room with a tense, heavy energy. The door thudded shut behind them, and now it was just us–brothers, guards, and the traitor sitting in the middle of the room like a rat cornered in a trap.

But my mind… my mind refused to obey.

I didn’t respond to his anger. I simply stepped forward and looked down at him. “Why were you running, Silas? This is your home, isn’t it?”

I didn’t move.

Silas hesitated. His lips trembled. He looked between the three of us, panic rising behind his eyes.

That was all I needed to hear. My patience snapped.

Great–grandmother Hailee’s words kept haunting me.

And why did her voice echo louder now than it did in the dream?

I exchanged a glance with Levi and Louis before looking back down at him.

“The next one goes in your eye,” I said again, my voice low and deadly calm. “I swear to the Moon Goddess I will do it.”

“I didn’t-”

Finally, he lowered his head and whispered the words that turned my blood to ice: Silas shook his head weakly. “No. I only wrote it. It wasn’t me who added the spell.”

“Something is coming, Lennox… Something that will shake you and your brothers. It will break you for a while. But don’t be afraid… it was meant to be.”

He nodded without another word and turned down the hallway.

Back in my room, I couldn’t stop thinking about Rebecca.

What did she mean?

I let out a heavy sigh and dropped onto the edge of the bed, burying my face in my

palms.

239 Who Pald You

I didn’t waste a second. I jumped down the stairs and hurriedly made my way to the throne room. I stormed into the throne room, my boots hitting the marble with a loud sound. The guards stood on both sides, stiff and alert, parting immediately as 1 entered.

And there he was.

Silas’s eyes widened. “You wouldn’t-‘

I rose slowly, watching him writhe in pain, his breathing ragged and broken.

My heart thudded. “Good. Call my brothers. Now.”

Some pack members wanted to come up to us… to offer their condolences, share their grief, speak of Olivia. But we gave the guards strict orders to let no one through. None of us were in the mood to hear sweet words about someone we all failed to protect.

His body trembled. He tried to catch his breath. Terror filled his face now. He knew I wasn’t joking.

“What?” I jumped to my feet and crossed the room in two long strides. I yanked the door open and stared at him. “Where is he?”

Dustin stood straight. “They’re holding him in the throne room.”

The guards didn’t hesitate. One of them quickly left and returned moments later with a long rod, the tip glowing red–hot and the pot.

“What is the meaning of this?” Silas barked, yanking at his chains. “Why was I abducted

The first ritual was over. The crowd had begun to disperse, some heading back to their homes, others lingering in quiet clusters to share old memories. But the rest of us–my family–we returned to the pack house in silence, waiting for the final ritual that would take place later tonight.

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