Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 152

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Levi’s POV

We stormed down the stairs, not even bothering to grab jackets. The cold morning air hit our faces, but none of us cared. We ran outside the mansion and stood in the open, our chests rising and falling with fast, shaky breaths.

My wolf paced inside me, wild and restless. Urging me to go find her, but I held myself back and waited.

I looked at my brothers. They felt the same unease. We were all shaking, hearts beating fast. We just wanted to see her.

Then–a horn blared from outside the gate.

“There!” Louis shouted.

My heart jumped.

“Open the gate!” Lennox yelled.

The guards didn’t hesitate. They ran to the gate,

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yanked it open, and stepped back as three black cars

drove in fast. Dust rose into the air as the tires skidded a little on the gravel.

My eyes locked on the second car.

The back door opened.

And then Olivia stepped out.

I didn’t breathe. I couldn’t.

She looked tired. Pale. Her hair was messy, and her eyes… they looked distant, dazed. But she was okay. She was alive.

Before I even realized it, I was running.

I crossed the yard in seconds and pulled her into a tight hug.

She gasped softly, probably from the force, but I didn’t let go. I buried my face in her neck, breathing her in, finally getting that scent I’d craved. That intoxicating smell of nutmeg and honey, sweet and warm.

My arms trembled as I held her.

“You’re here,” I whispered. “You’re really here…”

She didn’t hug me back.

Her arms stayed at her sides.

But I didn’t care.

I just needed to hold her.

After a moment, I pulled away, swallowing hard.

Then Lennox stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her next. “Liv,” he breathed, his voice cracking.

Still, she didn’t move. Didn’t look moved.

Then Louis came last, holding her gently like she might break

She didn’t hug any of us.

But none of us cared

She was back and that was all that mattered.

finally noticed him–my uncle, Damien.

He stepped out of the front car, dressed in all black

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like always, standing tall with that calm look on his

face.

Uncle Damien… or just Damien, as he always asked us to call him.

He hated when we called him “uncle.”

“You’re only twelve years younger than me,” he always said. “I’m not old enough to be your uncle.”

And he wasn’t wrong. He was thirty–five–only a dozen years older than us.

Our grandparents from each side were both only children of powerful alphas. Two different packs. Two strong bloodlines.

When they had their first son–our dad–he became the Alpha of the Full Moon Pack, the one from our grandfather’s side.

Then, fifteen years later, they miraculously had Damien after several attempts to have more children.

By then, our grandmother’s pack–the Pearl Pack- needed an alpha too. So when Damien was born, he

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was raised to lead her pack instead.

Two sons. Two packs. One family.

Our dad became Alpha of the Full Moon Pack.

And Uncle Damien became Alpha of the Pearl Pack.

It was strange to call your uncle someone who looked more like your older cousin, but that was our life.

And now… here he was.

Uncle Damien didn’t respond. Instead, he just looked at Olivia, as if telling me she was the one to give

I turned and looked at Olivia, waiting for her to tell us who did it–who kidnapped her–and heaven help me, I’d paint the walls of this mansion with their blood.

My brothers and I exchanged glances with each other before Lennox cleared his throat. “We are happy that you are back, Olivia… as for Anita, we will give her whatever punishment you want us to give her and…”