Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 581

Chapter 581: Familiar

Olivia’s POV

It was seven in the morning.

The boys were finally sleeping.

Liam had burned with fever all night. I barely slept at all. I stayed beside him, my hand on his forehead, my body curled protectively around all three of them. Even though they were so little... they understood what death was.

Too well.

Last night, Liam had looked at me with red, swollen eyes and whispered,

"Mommy... does that mean I will never see Daddy Lennox ever again?"

I couldn’t answer him.

My throat closed. My voice disappeared. But the way he nodded slowly afterward told me everything.

He understood.

And that understanding was breaking him.

I inhaled deeply and carefully slipped out of bed, making sure not to wake them. Liam shifted a little, his brows pulling together even in sleep, and my heart clenched painfully.

I stood there for a long moment, just staring at them.

"You are not okay," my wolf whispered softly inside me.

A tear slid down my cheek.

"How can I be okay?" I whispered back bitterly. "How can anyone expect me to be okay?"

Lennox was gone.

My children were broken.

My heart felt like it had been ripped out and crushed.

I wiped my face quickly before more tears could fall. I couldn’t cry here. Not in front of them. They needed me strong... even if I didn’t know how to be.

I walked quietly to the door and stepped into the hallway.

The mansion was still. Too still. Just silence... heavy and suffocating.

As I walked down the corridor, my chest ached with every step. My body felt weak, but my mind wouldn’t rest. It replayed everything over and over. Lennox bleeding. Lennox falling. Lennox dying in my arms.

I walked slowly down the corridor toward my room.

Each step felt heavy, like my body was moving through water. The walls felt too close. The silence pressed against my chest until breathing hurt.

As I turned the corner that led to my door...

I stopped.

Someone was standing there.

A man.

A guard.

He stood straight, his back to the wall beside my door, dressed in the dark uniform of the front warriors. His posture was perfect. Too perfect. Head lowered. Hands clasped behind his back.

My first thought was irritation.

I didn’t ask for a guard.

My second thought made my heart stutter.

The air around him felt... wrong.

No.

Not wrong.

Familiar.

My steps slowed without me meaning to. My wolf stirred uneasily inside me, lifting her head like she had caught a scent she couldn’t place.

As I drew closer, it hit me.

His scent.

My breath caught.

It wasn’t exactly Lennox’s... but it brushed against something deep in my chest. Close enough to smell like him. Close enough to make my hands tremble.

My eyes traveled over him without permission.

Tall.

Broad shoulders.

Strong arms beneath the uniform.

That body.

That build.

My stomach twisted painfully.

It was his build.

Lennox’s.

My pulse started to race.

"What is this?" my wolf whispered, confused. "Why does he feel like—"

I stopped a few steps in front of him.

The closer I got, the stronger the strange feeling became. A sharp tingle ran through my chest, spreading down my spine. My fingers curled slightly at my sides.

Something was very wrong.

Very wrong.

He didn’t move.

Didn’t look at me.

Didn’t speak.

My grief twisted suddenly into anger.

I hated that he was here.

I hated that he stood in front of my door.

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