Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 308

Chapter 308: A Strange Voice

Olivia’s POV

I woke up to the feeling of warmth wrapped around me. Strong arms caged me in from both sides, their heat seeping into my skin, making me feel safe. My head was still rested against Levi’s solid chest, his slow, steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm in my ear. One of his arms was draped protectively around my waist, holding me close. Behind me, Lennox’s body was pressed against my back, his arm snugly around my middle, his breath fanning the back of my neck in slow, even puffs. And at the foot of the bed, my legs still rested across Louis’ lap. At some point in the night, he must have stopped massaging me, but his hands still lay on my calves, his touch gentle and absentminded—as if even in his sleep, he didn’t want to let go.

For a long moment, I stayed still, my eyes half-closed, letting the feeling sink in. Surrounded. Protected. Loved. A small smile tugged at my lips despite the heaviness still in my chest. But after a while, a different discomfort hit me. My bladder protested painfully, and I shifted slightly, trying not to wake anyone. Unfortunately, the movement was enough to make Levi stir.

His arm tightened around me just a second, and his sleepy voice rumbled above my head. "Olivia? You okay?"

I bit my lip, embarrassed. "I’m... pressed," I murmured.

He blinked at me for a moment before understanding clicked in his expression. He chuckled softly and loosened his hold. "Go before you explode."

I carefully slipped out of the warm tangle of limbs, feeling Lennox shift behind me in his sleep but not wake. Louis mumbled something incoherent and turned his head, his hand sliding off my leg. Padding quietly across the room, I slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

I sat on the toilet, sighing in relief, but then—

"Hello, Olivia."

I froze.

That voice... it wasn’t my wolf. My wolf’s tone was familiar, threaded into my very soul. But this... this was deeper. Older. It slithered into my mind like silk and steel combined.

My pulse spiked. "Who—"

"You’ve been feeling it, haven’t you?" The voice was calm, feminine, and coldly confident.

My mouth went dry. "You’re... not my wolf."

A low, almost amused hum echoed in my mind. "No. I am not. But I know you, Olivia... more than you know yourself. I have been in existence for over five hundred years."

Her voice was low, yet carried an authority that made my wolf whimper deep inside me. "I have been in the bodies of five generations before you. And now... I am inside you."

My fingers clenched against my knees. "Inside me? What do you mean?" I whispered, my voice trembling.

"I mean, Olivia," she purred, "you and I... we are bound. My blood runs through your veins."

My stomach tightened. "So... you’re saying you’ve been there all along?"

"Oh yes," she said softly, almost mockingly. "Since the moment you were born. Watching. Waiting. Guiding you when I could."

I swallowed hard. "And who exactly are you?"

A low, amused chuckle filled my mind. "The special ability in you... that is me..."

The air in the bathroom suddenly felt thinner, harder to breathe. "I don’t need you... I have the voice of my wolf already," I spat.

She scoffed. "You have no choice, Olivia... I’m here to stay. To direct and to guide you."

My throat went dry. "And if I don’t want your direction?"

Her reply came like a threat. "Then you will lose everything you love. One by one."

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