Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 599

Chapter 599: Want you

Olivia’s POV

If I was jealous?

Was he seriously asking me that?

Of course I was jealous.

The question alone made something sharp twist in my chest. I had loved him all my life—before the bond, before the pack, before everything fell apart. Mate or not, past or present, that feeling didn’t disappear just because he decided to die and come back wearing another face.

I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself not to react, not to lean into him the way my body instinctively wanted to. His breath brushed my ear, warm and familiar, and it sent a shiver straight down my spine.

"Tell me, Luna," he murmured softly. "Are you jealous?"

My heart slammed against my ribs.

I turned my head sharply, facing him, putting barely an inch of space between us. "Watch your tone," I said coolly. "You’re crossing a line."

His eyes darkened—not with fear, but with something else.

"A line?" he asked quietly. "Or the truth?"

I swallowed.

I hated that he could still do this to me. Hated that even now—especially now—he could unravel me with a look and a few carefully chosen words.

"You were talking to a maid," I said flatly. "At night. Walking with her. Laughing."

"So you noticed," he replied.

That smirk again.

My jaw tightened. "You’re a guard. You know how things look."

"I do," he said calmly. "Which is why I chose a maid."

That gave me pause.

I frowned. "What?"

His gaze softened for just a heartbeat before hardening again. "Your mates won’t have a problem with me being with a maid... I thought you should love this."

My frown deepened, and my nails clenched into my palms as I glared right at him.

Lennox raised a brow, his boyish smirk on display for me. "Or..." He paused and suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist, making me gasp as shivers ran down my spine. "Are you falling for me?"

I frowned, but his smirk widened, like he was enjoying every second of my reaction.

"Tsk," he said softly, shaking his head. "Luna Olivia... this isn’t good at all."

I narrowed my eyes. "What isn’t?"

"This," he replied, gesturing between us. "Having feelings for a guard." His voice dropped, teasing. "What would your mates think? Powerful Alphas. Leaders of the pack. And here you are... reacting like this over someone beneath them."

His words were meant to provoke me.

To shame me.

To tease me.

And for a split second, they worked.

Then I smiled.

"Oh?" I said lightly. "Is that what you think?"

He blinked, clearly not expecting that.

I stepped closer—close enough that my body brushed his, close enough that his breath hitched before he could stop it. I wrapped my arms around him, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him just slightly toward me.

"So what if I do?" I murmured. "What if I have feelings for a guard?"

His confidence flickered.

Just a little.

I tilted my head, eyes roaming over his face deliberately, unapologetically. "You look good," I added softly. "Strong. Tempting."

But it wasn’t wrong when it was him.

Not when every part of me still remembered what it felt like to be held by Lennox. Not when grief had carved a hollow so deep inside me that only his presence ever made it feel less empty.

"I want you," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them.

Something in his expression broke.

"Olivia—"

"Shut up," I said, leaning down and kissing him again, harder this time, desperate. For a second, he resisted—then a low curse left his mouth.

"Fuck—"

In one swift movement, he flipped us, pinning me beneath him. His forearms braced on either side of my head, his body hovering just above mine, not touching more than necessary—but close enough that I could feel his warmth, his tension, his restraint.

I stared up at him.

For a moment, I saw Kaine.

Then I looked deeper.

And there he was.

Lennox.

Alive. Breathing. Looking at me like I was both his weakness and his undoing.

His jaw clenched. "Do you really want this?" he asked quietly. "Because once we cross this line... there’s no pretending after. No taking it back. You’ll regret it."

I smiled. I reached up, pulling the cloth from the bedside table and lifting it to my eyes.

"Then don’t let me see the guard," I said softly. "Let me feel only your touch."

I tied it gently, covering my vision.

"No regrets," I whispered. "Just fuck me."