Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: Awake in their arms

Olivia's POV

I woke up.

The room was quiet, wrapped in the soft haze of dawn. Light filtered through the curtains in pale streaks, brushing over the tangle of limbs and sheets I found myself in.

Warmth surrounded me—solid, heavy warmth—and for a second, I didn't move. My body was sore in places I hadn't felt in years. My lips still tingled, and my skin held traces of last night's touches.

Then I remembered.

Lennox.

His fingers, his mouth, his whispered words in the dark.

My heart slammed against my ribs as I shifted slightly—only to realize I couldn't. I was trapped between bodies.

I swallowed hard.

To my left was Lennox, chest bare, an arm thrown loosely around my waist. His brow was furrowed in sleep, jaw tight even in unconsciousness. His breath was warm against the top of my head.

To my right was Levi, one arm folded beneath his head, the other stretched toward me but not quite touching me. His face looked softer while he slept—less cold, less cruel. But I knew better.

And just on my legs, Louis, sprawled, one leg tangled over the sheets, his expression unreadable even in sleep. His lips were parted slightly, his breathing steady, calm.

Three Alphas.

Three men who hated me.

Three men who had only returned to this bed because of the fever that had nearly broken me last night. Their instincts brought them here—not their hearts.

My breath caught as I turned back to him, studying his face.

What did last night mean?

Was it real, or was it just a fever-drenched mistake in the silence of the dark?

I barely had time to think before Lennox stirred beside me.

His eyes blinked open, hazy for a moment, then sharp and alert.

His gaze found mine instantly.

We didn't say anything. We didn't need to. His jaw clenched as his arm slipped from around my waist, as if realizing where it had been.

As if remembering what he'd done.

Levi groaned beside me, rubbing a hand across his face as he turned slightly and then paused—his gaze snapping to me.

Cold.

Sharp.

Angry.

"You are finally awake. Thought you wouldn't make it," Levi said, but not coldly.

Louis sat up next, hair tousled, eyes narrowed as he scanned the bed.

Lennox sat up slowly, a muscle ticking in his jaw, but he didn't say a word. He wouldn't look at me.

He was already building his walls back up.

"You were burning up," Louis muttered, brushing past Levi. "That's the only reason we were here. Don't flatter yourself."

The words hit harder than they should have.

Because I already knew.

I knew none of them wanted to be here. That Lennox would probably pretend last night never happened.

Maybe that was for the best.

I sat up slowly, pulling the blanket tighter around me. My body still pulsed with the memory of Lennox's touch, and yet now… all I felt was cold.

They moved around me like I was in the way.

Like I was nothing.

And Lennox still wouldn't look at me.