Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 582

Chapter 582: Trick

Olivia’s POV

It was ten in the morning.

And I still hadn’t left my room.

After seeing that stranger outside my door earlier, my mind refused to settle. No matter how much I tried to push it away, his presence clung to me. His scent. His build. The way my heart reacted when it had no right to.

It made no sense.

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, my fingers digging into the fabric. I did not want to see him again. I did not want to feel that strange pull. I did not want questions I couldn’t answer.

So I made a decision.

I stood up and teleported.

The world shifted, and a second later, I was inside Levi’s room. Levi stood inside, pulling on his jacket, clearly getting ready to leave. He froze when he saw me.

"Olivia?" he said. "What’s wrong?"

Anger rushed up so fast it shocked even me.

"What is wrong?" I snapped, walking in. "You tell me, Levi. Since when do I need a guard?"

He frowned. "You do need one."

"I don’t," I shot back. "I have never needed one."

Levi turned fully to face me. "You are not okay."

That hurt more than I expected.

"I lost a man I love," I said sharply. "Of course I’m not okay. But that doesn’t mean you get to make decisions about my life without telling me."

He crossed his arms. "You barely leave your room. You don’t eat properly. You don’t sleep. And you are the Luna. You are vulnerable."

I laughed bitterly. "Vulnerable? I could burn this entire mansion to ash if I wanted to."

"That’s exactly my point," he replied calmly. "You are unstable right now."

The word hit me like a slap.

"You think I don’t notice?" he continued. "You teleport without warning. You disappear. If something happens to you—"

"Then what?" I cut in. "Then what, Levi? Another funeral?"

His jaw tightened.

I stepped closer. "And if I want to teleport, what then? Will your guard stop me?"

He hesitated. "You will teleport with him."

My eyes widened. "No."

"That’s how it will be," he said. "For now."

"No," I repeated, louder. "I don’t want him near me."

Levi sighed, rubbing his face. "Olivia—"

"I don’t like this," I said, my voice shaking now. "You keep making decisions without telling me. Without involving Louis. We are all in this together. Lennox would never—"

"Don’t," Levi snapped.

Silence crashed between us.

I swallowed hard. "Lennox would never treat me like I’m some fragile thing that needs to be watched."

Levi’s eyes flashed. "Lennox is dead. Maybe you should go dig him out of the grave and frame his dead body."

The moment the words left his mouth, he knew he had crossed a line.

Levi went still.

His face drained of color.

"I’m sorry," he said quietly.

Pain surged up my throat, hot and choking.

"I didn’t mean—" he started, but it was too late.

I teleported before either of us could say anything else.

The world spun.

I landed back in front of my room, shaking.

I pushed the door open hard.

And there he was.

The guard.

Standing just inside the room, straight-backed, calm, dressed in a black guard uniform. Tall. Broad shoulders. That familiar build that made my chest ache.

"Get out!" I shouted the moment I saw him. "Get out of my room right now!"

He didn’t move.

He didn’t flinch.

Instead, he lifted his hands slightly.

"Luna," he said gently. "Please breathe."

The sound of his voice sent a strange shiver through me.

"I said get out!" I yelled again.

He took one slow step back, giving me space, his voice still calm. "I will leave if you want. But you are shaking. You are not breathing properly."

"Don’t tell me what I am," I snapped.

He nodded once. "Alright."

Then, quietly, "Just... sit down. You don’t have to talk. You don’t even have to look at me."

Something about the way he said it broke through my anger.

My legs felt weak all of a sudden.

I hated it.

I hated him.

I hated that my body reacted to him at all.

He stayed where he was, not coming closer, not forcing anything.

My chest tightened painfully.

I turned away from him, tears burning my eyes.

"Just... don’t follow me," I whispered.

"I won’t," he replied immediately. "Unless you ask."

That calm voice.

That familiar steadiness.

It made no sense.

And it scared me more than my anger ever had.

I looked away from him, my hands shaking at my sides.

Then I heard soft footsteps.

When I turned slightly, I saw him holding a glass of water.

He stopped a few steps away.

"For you," he said quietly. "You should drink something."

I hesitated.

I didn’t want to take it.

I didn’t want to need anything from him.

But my throat was dry. My head hurt.

I reached out.

The moment my fingers touched the glass, his hand brushed mine.

Just barely.

Electric.

A sharp, strange tingle shot up my arm and settled deep in my chest.

I sucked in a breath.

My wolf stirred.

Not loudly. Not fully.

But enough.

I pulled my hand back quickly, my heart pounding. I stared at him, confused, unsettled.

"What..." I whispered, then cleared my throat. "What is wrong with you?"

He frowned slightly. "Wrong, Luna?"

I swallowed. "Why can’t I feel your wolf?"

The question hung between us.

His eyes darkened for a moment.

"I lost my mate," he said quietly.

My breath caught.

"How?" I asked before I could stop myself.

"An accident," he replied. "Pain. Loss. My wolf went silent. He is still there... just mourning."

Something inside me softened.

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