Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 162

162 In Olivia’s Hands

Lennox’s POV

I stepped forward to Father. The look on his face was the kind that told us his little talk with his brother didn’t go well.

My frown deepened, my wolf already howling possessively inside me. “Father, what did he say?” I asked, the anger in my voice already so obvious. I knew Uncle Damien. Levi might think he’s just messing around, but I knew it was more than that. I saw the way he looked at Olivia… he gave me an

uncomfortable feeling that crawled down my spine.

“Father, say something,” Levi urged, watching as Father remained silent.

Father sighed and sat on the couch. Impatiently, I folded my arms. I just needed to hear what he had to say before I exploded.

“Father…”

“Calm down, Father cut me off. “Just calm down. Losing your temper won’t solve anything.”

My wolf growled angrily inside me.

“Are you trying to say Damien is still insisting on claiming Olivia?” Levi asked.

Father nodded. “Yes… and not just that. He wants Olivia to bear him an heir,” he revealed.

My wolf growled, and my breath became ragged. My wolf was on the verge of forcing me to shift into him and go attack Damien, but I controlled it.

“You must be fucking kidding,” Louis spat, his voice filled with rage.

Father scoffed. “I wish I was… but this is the truth… he wants Olivia, and he isn’t joking about it.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My breath hitched, and my whole body tensed. My wolf was pacing inside me, growling furiously, scratching to break free. The room seemed smaller now, tighter- like the air was too heavy to breathe.

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“What did you just say?” I asked, my voice low and sharp. “He wants Olivia to bear him an heir?”

Father nodded gravely. “That’s what he said.”

A red haze clouded my vision.

That was it.

I moved forward, my fists clenched, my wolf snarling inside, taking over. “I’m going to kill him!” I shouted, turning toward the door.

Before I could get two steps in, Father was on me.

In one swift motion, he grabbed me by the shoulder, spun me around, and slammed me against the wall. Hard.

“Enough!” he barked.

I growled, struggling against his grip, but he pinned me there with force. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I stayed still.

“Let me go!” I roared. “He’s crossed the line, Father! He doesn’t get to touch her—”

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162 In Olivia’s Hands

“Have you forgotten who Damien is?!” Father snapped, his face inches from mine. “He’s my brother. Your uncle. You think I don’t want to tear him apart myself for saying such?!”

His eyes burned with anger, but there was something deeper in them–fear. Worry.

“But He’s not just anyone, Lennox. He’s the leading candidate to become the next Alpha King. The Council of Werewolves wants him. Half the packs fear him. Do you even understand what would happen if you went after him without thinking?

My frown deepened.

My chest heaved with heavy breaths. I could still feel my wolf raging inside me, begging me to shift, to fight. But I stayed still, my eyes locked with Father’s.

“We’re not just fighting a man,” Father continued, voice lower now but deadly serious. “We’re fighting influence. Power. Politics.”

I gritted my teeth, my eyes burning. “So what, we just sit back and do nothing? Let him take her?!”

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“No,” Father said firmly. “We will work with strategy.”

His grip loosened slightly.

“I know you love her. I know what she means to all of you,” he said, looking between me, Louis, and Levi. “But if we let rage guide us, you will lose her for good.”

I clenched my fists, anger still burning inside me, but I gave a sharp nod.

Levi stepped forward slowly. “Then what’s the plan, Father?”

Father finally released me and stepped back, running a hand through his hair.

“He’s staying here for a few days, and that gives us an advantage,” he said, but I wasn’t relieved… I still wanted to hear his plan.

Father continued. “Olivia is legally married to you three,” he said, his voice hopeful. “And she’s your fated mate. That gives you a solid claim–but since Damien isn’t backing down. I’ll report this to the Council of Werewolves. They’ll call for a hearing.”

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Levi’s eyes flashed sharply. “That’s not a good idea, Father.”

The Council of Werewolves is made up of six old men, about 50 years and above. Governing them is Alpha Matthew of the Moon Walker Pack… who is sixty years, and he is about to step down. Rumors have it that Uncle Damien, despite just being thirty–five years old, is the favorite to succeed despite not being a

member of the Council.

Father looked at him, his brows furrowed. “And why

not?”