Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 649

Chapter 649: She’s lying

Olivia’s POV

​The house felt like a hollow shell the next morning. At the breakfast table, Lennox’s chair was empty, as was the seat for the woman he claimed was his soul’s new half. The boys kept glancing at the door, their cereal soggy and untouched.

​"Where’s Dad?" Leon asked, his voice small.

​"He’s just... very busy with work and the new guest, sweetie," I lied, the words tasting like poison. "Eat up."

​Once they were safely off to school, the silence in the mansion became unbearable. Louis and Levi were nursing cups of coffee, their eyes bloodshot. They looked like they hadn’t slept a wink, but they wouldn’t meet my gaze.

​"I found something odd yesterday," I said, leaning against the counter. "The machines in that room... they weren’t for her. They were for him. And she didn’t smell like a shifter in pain, guys. She didn’t smell like anything but expensive perfume."

​Louis sighed, rubbing his temples. "Olivia, the bond works in strange ways when a wolf is suppressed. We’ll... we’ll look into it. We’ll check the medical records ourselves."

​"Don’t worry, baby," Levi added, his voice strained. "We’re on it."

​I didn’t believe them. They were pacifying me.

​Suddenly, the sound of heavy, dragging footsteps echoed on the staircase. We all turned. Lennox walked past the kitchen door. He looked like a living corpse—his skin was translucent, his eyes sunken, and he was leaning heavily on a cane I’d never seen him use before.

​"I have to be somewhere," he rasped, not even glancing into the kitchen. "Don’t wait up."

​The front door clicked shut behind him.

​I waited five minutes, pretending to head up to my room to lie down. Instead, once the coast was clear, I moved through the shadows of the hallway and slipped into his suite.

​The woman, Elena, was sprawled out on the silk sheets of the bed—our bed—looking entirely too comfortable. She was scrolling through a fashion magazine, a glass of juice on the nightstand. When she saw me, she didn’t look sick. She looked annoyed.

​"You again?" she sighed, tossing the magazine aside. ​"I know what you’re doing," I said, my voice vibrating with a cold fury. "I don’t know what game you’re playing, but I have nothing against you personally. I just want you out. Leave this house, leave my man, and never come back."

​She let out a dry, mocking laugh. "I’m not leaving, honey. I’m the mate now. You’re just... yesterday’s news. You’re pained, I get it, but it’s time to move on."

​"You don’t look sick," I hissed, stepping closer. "Not a single symptom. No sweat, no pale skin, no labored breathing. What are your plans? Is it money? Power?"

​She ignored me, reaching for her juice.

​That was it. My wolf snapped. I lunged forward, grabbing her by the arm and dragging her bodily off the bed. She shrieked. "Get out! I’m throwing you out myself!"

​The door slammed open. Lennox stood there, clutching the doorframe for support, his chest heaving as he struggled for air. He looked horrified, his gaze darting between my aggressive stance and the woman cowering on the floor. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

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