Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 244

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244 Should Be Thankful

I opened my mouth to respond, but he didn’t give me the chance.

“Being dead to them,” he continued bitterly, “is the only thing keeping you alive. You should be grateful, Olivia. You’re safe. You’re breathing. And you get to keep your heart beating because of me.”

Something tugged at my chest. I knew this girl. I’d laughed with her, danced with her, trusted her. She was my best friend.

“And what makes you think I killed her?” he asked coldly.

“Hi,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He scoffed, the anger in him growing deeper. “You should be on your knees thanking

me.”

As I reached the stairs, I slowed down, hearing voices.

I didn’t answer.

But Levi didn’t say anything more.

He just turned and walked off, his shoulders rigid.

Then he stepped back and reached for the door again.

He stepped closer, his voice sharp with anger now. “What do you take me for, Olivia? A monster? A heartless man who slaughters innocent girls for convenience? Is that how you see me?” 2

Loud sobs came out of her as she started to cry harder.

Anita nodded slowly, biting her lip. “I understand,” she whispered.

I sat across from her, unsure of how much I could ask without giving myself away. But my curiosity, my pain–it got the better of me.

Shocked, I went over to the bed and sat on the edge… What did he mean? Who else wanted me dead? Why? What the hell was going on?

The funeral must’ve ended hours ago.

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244 Should Be Thankful

Still half–asleep, I stood and padded toward the door, needing something–anything- to drink.

And facing her–was Levi.

“You okay?” I asked carefully.

There was no way I was letting him leave. Not until I had answers. I couldn’t keep living

in the dark.

Alpha Damien’s eyes darkened. An irritated frown settled over his expression.

“Hey,” I said, standing a few feet away.

So I forced a smile and walked over to her.

Staring at her now, I could tell everything was taking its toll on her… the vibrant Anita I once knew seemed to be fading more and more each day.

My heart skipped a beat.

When Anita heard my footsteps, she looked up and stared at me blankly… she believed I was really Rebecca.

“I heard…” I began slowly, testing the waters. “I heard that Olivia–the one who died- was your best friend.”

There in the living room, standing in front of the fireplace, was Anita.

Anita looked up, her lips twitching slightly. But she didn’t speak.

Anita didn’t respond at first. She blinked a few times, then slowly lowered herself into the armchair behind her.

I hesitated.

I crept down a little farther and peeked from behind the wall.

He crossed his arms. “We don’t want to see your face. Not right now.”

She looked hurt… really hurt.

“What?” I breathed, confused.

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244 Should Be Thankful

I hesitated. My instinct was to ignore her and keep walking–but I couldn’t. That would seem cold. Unusual. Suspicious.

“Next time you want to accuse someone of murder, think carefully,” he said, voice low and full of anger. “Because not everyone who lies to you is trying to hurt you.”

The look he gave me made it clear he was running out of patience–but I didn’t care.

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