Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 366

Chapter 366: I have to do it

Olivia’s POV

I felt like teleporting away like I always did when anger consumed me, but this time, my feet refused to move. It was as if the floor itself held me in place. My chest rose and fell heavily, my glare locked on Lennox. Not because I hated him. No, never that. But because, as always, he refused to let me have my way. He never did. And suddenly, a memory struck me like lightning.

We were younger. I was no more than ten, sitting on the edge of the riverbank with my bare feet dipped in the water. I had wanted to cross, to prove I was brave enough. But Lennox had stood there, arms crossed, his face stubborn even then.

"No, Olivia. It’s too deep."

I had pouted, snapping back, "You’re not my father, Lennox!" Then I had jumped in anyway, thinking I could swim across. But the current was stronger than I imagined. It had pulled me down, choking me, swallowing me.

I would have drowned.

But Lennox had been there. He always was. He had leapt in after me, dragging me back to shore, his body shaking with fear and fury as he yelled at me.

"Do you want to die? Don’t ever do that again!" His voice had cracked, his eyes wet, but he hadn’t let me go until I promised I’d listen next time.

And now, looking at him in this room, his fists clenched, his chest heaving, it felt exactly the same. He wasn’t just angry. He was scared.

I swallowed hard, my glare faltering for a moment, and then without saying a word I lowered myself onto the single-seater couch. Silence weighed heavily in the room as the four of us sat without speaking. Each of us was waiting for someone else to break it, and it was never going to be me. Lennox moved away, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed tightly over his bare chest, muscles flexing with the motion, his skin catching the dim light of the room.

My eyes betrayed me.

Before I could stop myself, they trailed over him—slow, unwilling sweeps across the lines of his chest, the slope of his shoulders, the veins that stood out along his arms. My wolf stirred instantly, heat rolling through me, her voice low and seductive.

"Hottie."

My breath caught. For a heartbeat, the world narrowed to just him—the rise and fall of his chest, the sharp set of his jaw, the way his eyes lingered on me as if he already knew where my thoughts had gone.

But I shook my head quickly, tearing my gaze away. My nails dug into the fabric of the couch as I forced myself to look down. "Not now," I whispered under my breath, though I wasn’t sure if I was speaking to my wolf or to myself.

My wolf growled softly inside me, restless, unsatisfied.

I noticed Levi sitting on the edge of the bed across me and Louis took the couch beside me. And again the awkward silence hung in the air. Louis leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, and Levi... Levi’s eyes stayed fixed on me.

Finally, he spoke.

"So what’s your plan, Olivia?" His voice was calm, steady—but it carried weight. "If you want to do this, then tell us how. Step by step. How do you mean to get close to him? How do you plan to find the vessel?"

I wasn’t surprised. Levi almost never said no to me. My chest ached with the memory of when we were kids, when Lennox and Louis told me I wasn’t allowed to climb the tall tree behind the mansion. I had begged, pouted, even shouted, but they had held firm.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify