Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 674

Chapter 674: For Real This Time

​Lennox’s POV

​I adjusted my collar for the tenth time, my palms damp. I was the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North, a man who had stared down death and won, yet my heart was hammering against my ribs like a terrified pup’s.

​Behind me, Levi was pacing a frantic line across the rug, and Louis was standing like a statue, though the way he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw told me he was just as wrecked as I was.

​"Come to think of it," Louis said suddenly, his voice raspy, "Olivia is technically still married to us. We never signed divorce papers."

​I shook my head, looking at the velvet box in my hand. "That marriage didn’t stand, Louis. It was born out of hate and forced onto her. This..." I gestured to the room, "this is a choice."

​"He’s right," Levi added, stopping his pacing to look at the bed. "This time, we aren’t asking her to be a Luna for the pack. We’re asking her to be ours because we can’t breathe without her." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

​I clicked the box open. Three rings sat nestled in the silk—different stones, different metals, but each engraved with the same trinity knot on the inside. We all stared at them in silence, the weight of the moment sinking in.

​Suddenly, Levi’s ears twitched. "She’s coming."

​These days, Olivia didn’t teleport as much. She said she loved the feeling of the earth beneath her feet, the way the world moved slowly when she walked. The soft thud-thud of her footsteps echoed in the hallway, getting closer.

​The door swung open.

​Olivia stepped in and froze. Her hand went to her mouth, her eyes widening as she took in the transformation of the master bedroom. We had covered every inch of the floor in white rose petals. Hundreds of candles flickered, casting a warm, golden glow over the walls.

​And there, draped across the center of our massive joined bed, was a silk banner with the words that had been burning in our hearts for weeks:

​WILL YOU MARRY US AGAIN?

​She stood there, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her gaze moving from the flowers to the three of us standing in a semicircle.

​I stepped forward first, sinking to one knee. Levi and Louis followed suit instantly, a synchronized movement of three brothers, three Alphas, three men who belonged entirely to the woman standing in the doorway.

​"Olivia," I started, my voice thick with emotion. "The first time, we didn’t give you a choice. We gave you a burden. We gave you a broken family and a crown made of thorns."

​"We want to do it right this time," Levi whispered, his eyes shimmering. "No more secrets. Just love."

​Louis looked up at her, his expression raw and vulnerable. "Will you be our wife? For real this time? Forever?"

​Olivia’s eyes spilled over, tears splashing onto her cheeks as she looked at us. The silence stretched for a heartbeat, agonizingly long, until she finally found her voice.

​She looked down at the three rings—gold, silver, and gunmetal—stacking perfectly on her finger. It was a heavy weight, a symbol of the three lives now irrevocably tied to hers.

​"This calls for a celebration," she said, wiping a stray tear with her free hand.

​"I’ll go get the sparkling juice," I said, starting to stand up. I didn’t want her drinking wine with the baby growing inside her, and I was eager to get her settled into bed so she could rest.

​"No," she said, her voice dropping to a low whisper as she caught my collar, pulling me back down to her level. She smirked, her gaze flickering over to Levi and Louis. "Not that type of celebration."

​I immediately understood. My blood began to hum. But then, I hesitated. I looked at her small frame, then back at my brothers, who were both watching her with hungry, dark eyes.

​"Olivia," I said, my voice strained. "You’re two months pregnant. I don’t think you can handle all three of us together right now. We’re... we’re too much. We don’t want to hurt you or the baby."

​Levi nodded, though he looked like he was vibrating with the effort to stay still. "Lennox is right, sweet girl. Maybe we should take turns."

​Olivia didn’t back down. She stepped into the center of our circle, her fingers dancing over the buttons of my shirt. "I’m your mate. I’m a healer. And I’m your wife," she countered, her smirk widening into a challenge. "My body is stronger than you think. Besides, the baby is tucked away safe. Let’s see about how much I can handle then." She leaned in, her mouth crashing against mine.

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