Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 593

Chapter 593: Step Ahead

Olivia’s POV

I didn’t sleep at all.

Not even for a second.

I lay on my bed all night, staring at the ceiling, my mind running in endless, cruel circles. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the empty coffin again.

Kaine was Lennox.

I had no doubt anymore.

Not in my heart. Not in my soul. Not in my wolf.

God, I was so stupid.

How did I miss it? How did I explain it away so easily? The signs had been there—clear as day. The pull. The familiarity. The way my body reacted to him without permission. The way my wolf went silent around him, calm and safe like she was home.

I had gone through this myself once. I had changed my face. Changed my identity. Hid in another identity. That alone should have been enough for me to recognize it.

But I refused to believe it.

I had told myself I saw Lennox die. I had touched his body. I had smelled the decay. I had cried over him until my voice broke and my chest felt like it would cave in.

That memory had kept me blind.

"God," I whispered, dragging a hand down my face as I paced my room.

My eyes flicked to the wall clock.

5:00 a.m.

I hadn’t even closed my eyes.

I kept replaying it over and over—how was it possible? How could he be alive? How could someone declared dead, buried, and mourned come back like this? And more than that—how could he sit back and watch us suffer? Watch me break. Watch the boys cry?

How could he pretend?

Anger burned hot in my chest.

I wanted to storm into his room. To grab him. Shake him. Demand answers.

How did you survive? Why did you let us think you were dead? Why did you let me kiss you thinking you were someone else? Why did you let me bury an empty coffin?

So many questions.

Too many.

I stopped pacing and laughed quietly, bitter and humorless.

"No," I said aloud. "Not yet."

I lifted my chin, my anger at its peak.

Two can play this game.

If Lennox thought he could hide in another identity, then fine. I would let him. I would watch. I would listen. And when the time came, I would corner him with the truth he was trying so hard to bury.

My wolf stirred inside me.

What are you planning? She asked, wary but alert.

"Nothing," I replied calmly. "You’re going to stay quiet. You’re going to watch. Just like I will."

She didn’t argue.

Because she knew.

By the time the sky began to lighten, exhaustion settled into my bones—but my mind stayed sharp. When the clock finally read 7:00 a.m., I forced myself to move.

I went to the boys’ room.

Liam, Leon, and Leo were already awake, sitting on the bed together, still half sleepy but smiling when they saw me. That smile almost broke me.

"Mom," Liam said softly. "I had a dream."

I sat beside him, brushing his hair back gently. "What kind of dream?"

He hesitated, then said, "I saw Daddy Lennox."

My breath caught—but I kept my face calm.

"He was dead in the dream," Liam continued, frowning. "But... it didn’t feel scary."

I smiled softly.

Inside, something twisted—relief, sadness, certainty, all tangled together.

"You’re very brave," I told him quietly.

Leon and Leo climbed into my arms, and for a moment, everything felt normal. Like this world hadn’t shattered at all.

Their caregiver arrived soon after, cheerful as ever. I kissed each of them goodbye, hugged them tightly, and watched them leave for school like nothing was wrong.

The moment the door closed, my calm vanished.

I stepped into the corridor and stopped a passing guard. "Send Kaine to my room," I said evenly.

"Yes, Luna."

I returned to my room and stood by the window, my heart pounding—not with fear, but anticipation.

I already knew the truth.

This wasn’t about finding out if Kaine was Lennox.

This was about forcing him to admit it.

Minutes later, a knock sounded at my door.

"Come in," I said.

The door opened, and he stepped in, dressed neatly in the guard’s uniform.

Our eyes met—just for a second—before he lowered his head and looked away.

Every instinct in me screamed to move.

To run to him.

To hit him.

To scream at him for what he had done... for what he had let us believe.

But I didn’t.

I inhaled slowly and forced myself to stay where I was.

"Good morning, Luna," he said respectfully, his head bowed.

That alone made my chest tighten.

Lennox... bowing.

A man born to lead.

An Alpha raised with power in his blood.

A man who had once stood taller than everyone in this pack—now standing in front of me like a shadow, eyes lowered, voice respectful.

How were you able to live like this?

What are you planning?

His voice dropped, urgent despite how hard he tried to control himself. "What do you mean worse? Has the healer—"

He stopped.

Too late. I already got him.

The silence between us grew thick.

I stared at him, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it.

A guard wouldn’t panic over a child he barely knew.

A guard wouldn’t forget himself like that.

Only a father would.

I felt tears sting my eyes, but I forced them back with everything in me.

I straightened, my voice turning cold. "That is none of your business."

He flinched.

"I can take care of my son without your concern," I continued sharply. "Remember your place."

"I—" He swallowed hard. "Yes, Luna."

The pain in his eyes nearly undid me.

I turned away before I lost control. "You will escort me to the eastern wing in the next one hour," I said. "You are dismissed."

He nodded, his face carefully blank, but his shoulders were tense now, rigid with something that looked very much like fear and worry.

We walked the rest of the way without another word.

When we reached the corridor to Liam’s room, I stopped. "That will be all."

He hesitated.

Just a second.

I could clearly notice he really wanted to go in with me... He wanted to see Liam, but of course he can’t say it.

"You may leave," I ordered coldly.

Reluctantly, he bowed deeply. "As you wish."

And he walked away.

I watched his back retreat down the hall until he disappeared around the corner.

The moment he was gone, the strength drained out of me.

A single tear slid down my cheek.

I didn’t wipe it away.

There was no point pretending anymore.

"It’s you," I whispered to the empty corridor. "It’s really you."

My Lennox was alive.

And he had been standing right in front of me this whole time—bowing his head, hiding his heart, pretending to be nothing more than a guard while he watched me mourn him.

I pressed my hand to my chest, breathing through the ache.

Why, Lennox?

Why would you do this to us?

I frowned in anger and wiped my tears with the back of my both hands. Whatever game he thought he was playing—I was already two steps ahead.