Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 688

Chapter 688: Again

Levi’s POV

​The training ground smelled like dirt and sweat. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on us as the young fighters ran laps and practiced their moves. You could hear grunts, heavy breathing, and the sound of feet hitting the ground. Dust rose into the air every time someone fell.

We had been training all morning.

My arms felt heavy. My legs burned. Sweat ran down my back and soaked my shirt. But I didn’t mind the pain. It felt good. It reminded me that I was strong. That I was healing. That I was still me.

For the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel lost.

The kiss I shared with Olivia earlier was still warm in my chest. I tried not to think about it too much, but it kept coming back to me. The way she looked at me. The way she held on.

I caught myself smiling.

I felt like a kid who had been away from his favorite candy for years and finally got a small taste again. Just a little taste—but enough to remember how sweet it was.

After training, Lennox, Louis, and I sat down on a wooden bench near the edge of the field. Our chests rose and fell as we tried to catch our breath. No one spoke at first. The fighters were still moving around us, but between the three of us, there was a strange kind of peace.

For once, things didn’t feel tense.

For once, it felt calm. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

​Lennox wiped his face with a towel and leaned back. "Now that you’re back to yourself, Levi," he said, "we can finally ask Olivia to marry us again."

​I stopped moving. I was holding my water bottle halfway to my mouth. "Again?" I asked, confused. "What do you mean again? Didn’t you guys already have the wedding while I was gone?"

​The air went quiet. Lennox turned to look at me, his face calm but firm. "How could we marry her without you?" he asked. "How could we stand there and call her our wife when one of us was missing?"

​Louis nodded. "We did a small hand-fasting ceremony," he explained. "It was to keep the pack strong and united. She has been our Luna in every way. But we never had the real wedding. We never said our vows."

​My heart beat faster.

​"We decided," Louis continued, "that we would not fully marry her until you woke up. Until you were strong enough to stand beside us. Until you could put the ring on her finger yourself."

​I couldn’t speak for a moment. I had spent days feeling left behind. I thought they had moved on without me. I thought they had built a life while I was stuck in darkness.

​"You waited four years?" I asked quietly.

​"We would have waited a hundred," Louis said with a small smile. "It wouldn’t be a real wedding without you, Levi." He paused. "And Olivia would have refused," he added. "She said she would only do a wedding when her ’Grumpy Alpha’ was back."

​My throat felt tight. I looked down at my hands. Just hours ago, they were shaking from shame and doubt. Now they were steady. "Then we shouldn’t make her wait any longer," I said, smiling.

​Lennox laughed loudly and hit my shoulder. "Good," he said. "Because I already have a plan."

​"So," I said, leaning forward, my curiosity piqued. "What’s the plan? I know you, Lennox—it’s probably something loud and over the top."

​Lennox grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer. For the next ten minutes, he laid out the entire strategy. He talked about the location, the way we would involve the children, and how we would catch Olivia completely off guard. By the time he finished, even Louis was impressed, nodding along with a satisfied smile.

​"It’s perfect," Louis admitted. "She won’t see it coming."

​I leaned back, thinking about the woman who had held our lives together for four years. She deserved the world, and this plan was a start.

​Olivia’s POV

​The house felt strangely empty after breakfast. Lennox, Louis, and Levi had all left in a rush, muttering something about a "mandatory council meeting." I sighed, settling into the sofa with a book, but I couldn’t focus. The silence felt heavy.

​Then, I heard soft footsteps. Liam approached me first. He wasn’t running or playing; he looked serious, almost formal. He held out a single, deep red rose.

​"Fathers told me to give you this," he said softly. He handed me a small, cream-colored note.

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