Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 591

Chapter 591: Can’t Be

Olivia’s POV

My head was pounding.

Not a small ache. Not a dull throb.

It felt like someone had taken a hammer and struck my skull from the inside.

I groaned softly and turned my face into the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut. The room spun anyway. My mouth was dry. My body felt heavy. Wrong.

Slowly, I forced my eyes open.

The world came into focus in pieces. The curtains. The faint morning light. The familiar ceiling.

Then I saw him.

Kaine.

He was sitting in the chair near the wall, still, silent, watching me.

My heart jumped violently in my chest.

"What—" I croaked, my voice rough. "What are you doing here?"

He straightened immediately, like a guard caught out of position. "You woke up."

I frowned, confusion sliding quickly into unease. Why was he in my room? Why did my chest feel tight just looking at him?

Then—

Memory hit.

Not all at once.

In fragments.

The drink.

The anger.

The grief.

His arms around me.

My lips on his.

Oh Moon.

I sucked in a sharp breath and pushed myself upright, the motion making my head throb harder.

"No," I whispered. "No... no."

My eyes flew to him, wide with shock. "What happened?" I demanded. "Last night—what did we do?"

He stood up slowly, carefully, like he was approaching something fragile. "Nothing happened," he said quietly. "You drank too much. You were grieving. I stayed to make sure you slept."

I stared at him.

My stomach turned.

Nothing happened?

Images flashed again—my hands on him, my mouth on his, calling him Lennox.

A sound tore out of my throat, halfway between a laugh and a sob.

"Oh my God," I whispered.

I pressed my hands to my face, horror crashing down on me in waves.

How could I have done that?

How could I have thought—no, believed—that he was Lennox?

How could I have kissed another man?

My chest burned with shame.

I looked at him again, and this time disgust curled in my stomach. Not just at him.

At myself.

"Get away from me," I said sharply.

He stopped where he was.

"You let me think you were him," I snapped, my voice shaking. "You let me touch you. You let me—"

"I didn’t," he said immediately. "I stopped it. You were drunk. I never took advantage of you."

That didn’t help.

It made it worse.

I swung my legs off the bed, standing despite the dizziness. "I saw his body," I said, my voice rising. "I buried him. I cried over him. How could I think you were him?"

I laughed again, broken and bitter. "Levi and Louis—"

I froze.

My blood went cold.

They must have felt it.

The bond.

The kiss.

They must have felt me kissing another man...

Fuck!

I felt sick.

I turned on Kaine, my fury flaring hot and sharp. "I never want to see you again."

His jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

"You will never speak of this," I continued. "Not to Levi. Not to Louis. Not to anyone. This never happened. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Luna," he said quietly.

I swallowed hard. "You are reassigned. Immediately. I’ll give you another duty—far from me."

He nodded once. "As you wish."

The words felt like knives. I felt pained.

I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking. "Get out."

He hesitated for half a second, then turned and walked to the door.

Before he left, he paused.

"I’m sorry," he said softly. "For your pain."

Then he was gone.

The door closed.

And I stood there alone, my heart in pieces.

What had I done?

I sank back onto the bed, my head in my hands, shame and grief tangling so tightly I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

"I messed up," I whispered to myself... How could I have kissed another man... How could I let myself feel so cheap...

Suddenly, the door to my room opened, and Levi walked in. Fear and panic gripped me. Was he here because he felt the kiss... because he felt me kissing Kaine? Shit. How do I explain this... How do I explain that I was drunk... I wasn’t myself, and for Kaine... he will be in a big mess. Levi and Louis will kill him for this.

Fear clenched my chest. I was ready for it.

The anger.

The shouting.

The accusation that he felt it.

I braced myself, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, my mind racing through a thousand explanations I would never be able to say out loud.

But Levi didn’t explode.

He didn’t snarl.

He didn’t glare at me like I had betrayed something sacred.

He just stood there.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

His eyes moved over me slowly, taking in my pale face, the way I was gripping the edge of the bed, the faint tremor in my hands.

Then he asked, calmly, "Did you drink last night?"

The question landed harder than any accusation could have.

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t.

My silence was answer enough.

Levi exhaled through his nose and shook his head once, frustration flickering across his face. "I told you not to," he said. Not sharply. Not cruelly. Just... tired. "You haven’t touched alcohol in years, Olivia." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

I looked up at him then, my confusion cutting through the panic.

That was it?

That was why he was here?

Not because he felt something tear through the bond.

Not because he sensed betrayal.

Not because he knew.

Just... the drinking?

"You shouldn’t do this to yourself," he continued, rubbing a hand down his face. "Grief doesn’t mean you get to destroy what’s left of you."

I stared at him, my mind spinning.

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