Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 597

Chapter 597: Release Him

Olivia’s POV

"No one dares," Levi growled.

I turned slowly to face him.

For a moment, the entire yard seemed to stop breathing.

The guards stood frozen, eyes darting between us, trapped between two authorities. The warriors who had been cheering earlier now stared at the ground, shame etched into their faces. The whip lay abandoned in the dirt, dark with Lennox’s blood.

My chest tightened painfully.

I took a step forward.

Then another.

"I said untie him," I repeated, my voice calm—but edged with authority. "That was not a suggestion. That was an order."

"This doesn’t concern you," Levi snapped. "We had an agreement—"

I laughed.

But there was no humor in it.

"You flogged a man nearly to death," I said quietly. "And you think the problem here is a bet?"

Levi’s jaw tightened. His eyes flickered—and then his voice slammed into my mind.

What the hell are you doing, Olivia?

I didn’t break eye contact with him as I replied through the mind link.

Release him, Levi.

He scoffed, anger burning hot through the bond.

Why are you so bothered about him?

He’s just a guard.

My anger spiked so fast it made my vision blur.

Just a guard.

If only you knew.

I wanted to scream it at him. To tell him the truth—that the man tied to that pillar was his brother. That Kaine was Lennox. That the blood soaking into the dirt belonged to the man we had buried, mourned, and cried over.

But I couldn’t.

Not yet.

I didn’t know why Lennox was hiding.

I didn’t know why Lennox was acting dead.

And I didn’t know what would happen if I exposed him now.

So I swallowed the fire in my throat and lifted my chin.

"I am releasing him," I said coldly.

I turned to the guards. "Untie him. Now."

They didn’t move.

Their eyes flicked to Levi.

Of course they did.

He was Alpha.

His word had always been law.

My hands curled into fists.

"You need his permission to obey me?" I asked quietly.

Still, they hesitated.

That was it.

I stormed forward myself, ignoring Levi’s sharp inhale, and reached for the ropes binding Kaine—binding Lennox—to the post. My fingers shook as I worked the knots loose, my heart pounding violently as blood smeared against my palms.

The moment the ropes fell away, he staggered slightly but caught himself.

"Thank you, Luna," he said hoarsely.

The words sliced straight through me.

Still calling me Luna.

Still pretending.

Still protecting his secret—even now.

I stepped back, giving him space, forcing my face into something neutral as he straightened slowly. He didn’t look at Levi. Didn’t challenge him. Just turned and began to walk away, every step stiff with pain.

Watching him leave like that hurt more than the blood ever could.

Then—

Levi grabbed my wrist.

Hard.

Before I could react, he yanked me toward him and dragged me away from the yard. I barely had time to register the shocked looks around us before he shoved open his door and pulled me inside.

The door slammed shut.

Silence exploded between us.

He released my wrist only to turn and face me, his eyes dark, furious, burning with something I hadn’t seen in him before.

"Why," he demanded, his voice low and enraged, "does that guard have your scent on him?"

My heart lurched.

Shit.

I felt the panic rise—but I buried it fast, schooling my expression into cool disbelief.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked sharply.

Levi stepped closer. "Don’t play with me, Olivia. Tell me what’s going on."

I crossed my arms, meeting his glare head-on. "You’re my mate," I said firmly. "If I were with any man other than you, Louis, or Lennox, you would feel it. You know that. So what exactly are you accusing me of?"

His jaw worked, frustration leaking through the bond.

"You smell like him," he snapped. "That’s not normal."

"And you’re imagining things," I shot back. "I’m grieving. I’ve been healing people. I’ve been in close contact with half the pack. If you’re looking for reasons to suspect me, maybe you should look at yourself first."

His eyes flared.

"I hope you’re not doing anything with that guard," he said harshly. "Because if you are—"

"If I am what, Levi?" I cut in. "Breathing in the same space as him? Bleeding for my pack? Saving a man you nearly killed?"

The room felt too small. Too tight.

Something ugly simmered beneath his anger, something sharp and unfamiliar.

I took a step back, my voice dropping.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked. "You’ve changed. You’re cruel. You punished him like you wanted to make an example—like you wanted to hurt someone just because you could."

His eyes flickered.

For the first time, doubt crossed his face.

I stared at him, my chest aching.

"This isn’t the Levi I know," I said quietly. "So tell me—what’s really going on with you?"

I frowned. He was still hiding. Still pretending to be just a guard. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

"I can take care of myself," he said quickly. "It’s not that bad."

I stepped closer, my gaze hard. "That wasn’t a suggestion."

He hesitated—then slowly obeyed, lowering himself onto the bed with a quiet exhale. Every movement clearly hurt.

I stood there for a second, staring at his back, at the damage Levi had done, at the punishment that should never have happened.

My hands trembled.

I placed them gently on his skin, magic already gathering beneath my palms.

Warmth flowed from me into him, slow and steady. I felt torn flesh knit together, felt the heat fade as wounds closed one by one. He sucked in a breath, his body relaxing.

Neither of us spoke.

But the silence was heavy.

Full of things unsaid.

I didn’t stop until every wound was gone.

I moved slowly, carefully, my hands glowing faintly as I worked across his back, following each torn line, each welt, each place the lash had bitten too deep. I made sure there was nothing left—no broken skin, no lingering heat, not even a faint scar. When I was done, his skin was smooth again, whole, as if none of it had ever happened.

I pulled my hands away at last, my chest tight, my breath uneven.

"It’s done," I said quietly.

He shifted, then pushed himself up from the bed. He rolled his shoulders once, testing, then stood and turned to face me. Fully healed. Completely whole.

"Thank you, Luna," he said, bowing his head slightly.

That word again.

Luna.

Not Olivia.

Not the name he used to say like it meant home.

I stared at him, my heart aching in a way I didn’t have words for. How long was he going to keep this up? How long was he going to stand in front of me and pretend he wasn’t the man I loved? Pretend he hadn’t shattered my world by dying—and then somehow walking back into it under another name?

I stepped closer without thinking.

Too close.

My hand lifted on its own and cupped his face, my fingers brushing his jaw, my thumb grazing his cheek. His skin was warm beneath my touch—real, solid, alive.

His breath hitched.

So did mine.

For a heartbeat, neither of us moved.

I searched his eyes, trying to find the man beneath the mask. Trying to see Lennox through Kaine. My voice came out softer than I meant it to.

"You," I whispered, "is there something you are not telling me?"

His jaw tightened.

"Luna—"

The door burst open.

I froze.

My hand was still on his face.

Louis stood in the doorway.

His eyes flicked from me to Kaine—shirtless, standing far too close, my hand unmistakably cradling his face.

The air went dead.

"What," Louis said slowly, angrily, "is going on here?"