Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104: Caught

Lennox's POV

I emptied the bottle of whiskey and shoved it away, the glass clinking loudly against the wooden table.

Levi's words kept ringing in my head for the past few hours, circling like vultures refusing to let me breathe.

"I forgave her."

"I never stopped loving her."

"I'm going to court Olivia—openly."

I gritted my teeth, my fingers curling into fists on the table.

Why?

Why the hell was he forgiving her?

Why was he so damn eager to run back to the very person who shattered him?

I could still remember the nights Levi broke down when he thought no one was looking. I remember watching my brother—proud, unshakable Levi—turn into a ghost of himself, hollowed out by a heartbreak none of us could truly understand. Just like me, He had loved her fiercely, and when she hurt him, it gutted him.

And now… he's talking about courting her? Loving her again?

"I'm done punishing both of us for the past."

Those words struck harder than I wanted to admit. I hated them because deep down, I knew they mirrored something I hadn't been willing to face. That maybe, just maybe, I wasn't mad at Levi for forgiving her.

I was mad because I couldn't.

I stood up abruptly, the chair screeching back against the floor. My heart was pounding too fast, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. I paced the room, fists still clenched, my eyes burning.

What Olivia did to Levi might be forgivable.

But what she did to me?

No one knew. Not Levi. Not Louis. No one.

And I didn't want to remember it either. But Levi's confession had ripped the lid off a box I had sealed shut years ago.

The memory came flooding back—raw, vivid, painful.

I slammed my fist into the wall, breathing heavily. A crack formed in the plaster, but I didn't care. I needed the pain. I needed something real to anchor me.

I couldn't do what Levi was doing. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

But… damn it, I envied him. His clarity. His courage. His ability to say he still loved her, despite everything.

I sat back down, this time slower. My hand throbbed, but the ache was nothing compared to what twisted inside my chest.

And for the first time in years, I whispered the truth aloud.

"I still love her, too."

The words felt foreign on my tongue. Bitter. But true.

I buried my face in my hands, trying to silence the war in my heart when suddenly a sharp knock landed on the door, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I frowned, dragging my palms down my face before yelling, "What?"

The door creaked open, and one of the maids poked her head in nervously. "Alpha Lennox… Lady Anita is asking to see you. She says it's important."

My jaw clenched instantly. Of course, she was.

I looked away, muttering a curse under my breath. I didn't have time for Anita's drama—not tonight, not ever, if I had it my way. But then the maid added softly, "She's not feeling well today… she's been coughing blood again."

Damn it.

As much as I wanted to ignore her, I couldn't. I had made a promise once—back when I thought having a concubine would be enough to distract me from the hole Olivia left in me. Anita had been persistent, pretty, and obedient. But never Olivia. Never close.

With a sigh that came from deep in my chest, I pushed up from the chair, my hand still aching from where I'd slammed it into the wall. "Fine," I muttered.

The walk down the corridor felt heavier than it should. Guilt mixed with frustration in my veins like poison.

I knocked once on her door before pushing it open. The room smelled of expensive perfume and something faintly metallic—medicine, maybe. Anita sat propped up on the bed, wrapped in a silk robe, her skin paler than usual, but her lips painted a deep red that screamed anything but sick.

Her eyes found mine immediately, and she gave me a small, sly smile. "Look who finally decided to come."

I didn't respond. I just stepped in, closing the door behind me.