Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 671

Chapter 671: Discovery

​Olivia’s POV

​Lennox didn’t take me to a restaurant or a crowded ballroom. He knew that after weeks of being surrounded by doctors, pack elders, and crying children, all I wanted was him and the silence of the trees.

​He drove us deep into the heart of the northern territory, to a secluded glass-walled cottage perched right on the edge of a cliff. The moment we stepped inside, the scent of cedar and expensive wine hit me. Lennox didn’t even turn on the lights; he just let the moonlight do the work.

​"Lennox, it’s beautiful," I whispered, walking to the edge of the glass.

​"I bought this place when I was still recovering," he said, walking up behind me. His chest pressed against my back, his body heat radiating through my silk dress. "I told myself that if I ever found the way out, I’d bring you here. I wanted a place where the world couldn’t reach us."

​He turned me around in his arms, his hands sliding slowly up my waist to my ribs. The recovery had done more than just heal him; he felt broader, more solid, and his scent—that intoxicating musk—was more potent than ever.

​Lennox led me to a small, circular table where two glasses of deep red wine were already waiting. As we sat, the only sounds were the distant wind howling against the glass walls and the soft crackle of a small fire he’d started.

​"I’m going to be a better man, Olivia," he said, his voice dropping into a low, earnest register. "A better man. Being stuck in that darkness gave me a lot of time to think about what I took for granted. I won’t let anything come between us ever again."

​I reached across the table, my fingers trembling slightly as I took his hand. "I’m sorry too, Lennox. I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder to see you four years ago. When they told me I couldn’t come in, when Levi blocked me... I should have burned down everything to get to you. I let them keep us apart for too long."

​Lennox squeezed my hand, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circle over my knuckles. He didn’t look at me with reproach; he looked at me with soul-deep understanding. He brought my hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to my skin.

​"It’s in the past, my love," he murmured against my hand. "Don’t carry that weight. Let’s just both promise to do better. To listen. To be present. No more secrets, and no more walls."

​I nodded, a tear finally escaping and rolling down my cheek. "I promise."

​The moment felt perfect, a final bridge built over years of pain. But just as Lennox leaned in to kiss me, a sharp, white-hot blade of agony sliced through my chest. I gasped, clutching my heart, my wine glass shattering on the floor.

​Lennox flinched, his face contorting in pain. Even without his wolf fully active, the soul-bond we shared screamed. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong with our blood.

​Levi! I screamed into the mind-link, my mental voice trembling. Levi, what’s happening?

​His response came back jagged and panicked. Olivia! Get back here. Now. The boys—all three of them—they just collapsed. They were playing and then... they just fainted. The healers are checking them, but their heart rates are dropping.

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