Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 262: A Different Olivia

Lennox’s POV

The heavy doors groaned as they opened, and we stepped into the hall.

There was silence as everyone's eyes were focused on the people on the stage, and mine followed, almost on

instinct. Then | saw her.

Olivia?

Our Olivia?

For a heartbeat, it felt like a dream—scruel illusion my mind had conjured up to torture me. But she was

real. The girl seated on the platform was her.

Her alluring eyes—those eyes I'd memorized—widened the second they found mine.

My breath caught.

My wolf roared in my head, louder than I'd ever heard him before.

"Mate!"

| stumbled slightly, blinking hard.

What?

I glanced at Levi and Louis beside me—they looked just as stunned, frozen in place. Their chests rose and fell

rapidly. They felt it too.

"No," | whispered under my breath.

Not because | didn’t want her. Goddess, | wanted her. Even after everything... she still owned every broken piece

of me.

But this wasn’t possible.

We'd been rejected.

The bond was gone. Broken. Severed. She'd made sure of it.

So how—?

My heart thudded painfully in my chest as my wolf howled again, clawing to get out, to go to her. To fall at her

feet. To beg. To make it right.

But I couldn't move.

| watched her, watched her mouth part slightly, watched her hands tremble as she stared back at us like we

were a curse cto life.

She was scared.

She looked at us like we were the storm that ruined her.

And we were.

Louis took a slow breath, his voice barely audible. "Is this... is this happening again?"

"It can’t be," Levi muttered. "It shouldn't be."

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But it was.

| felt it—stronger than before. Raw. Real.

The mate bond... had returned.

Or maybe... it had never really left.

My brow furrowed deeply.

Why was she here?

Why was she seated on a royal platform?

Why was everyone staring at her like she was someone important?

What the hell was going on?

Before | could wrap my head around it, Calvin's voice rang out across the hall, calm but commanding.

"Today," he said, standing beside Olivia with a hand proudly on her shoulder, "I want you all to join me... as we

celebrate the return of my lost sister."

I blinked.

What?

What did he just say?

| turned sharply to Levi and Louis, who looked just as stunned.

Louis’s mouth opened slightly, but no words cout.

Levi stared ahead, frozen.

"Sister?" | echoed under my breath, eyes darting between Calvin and Olivia.

No. That couldn't be right.

It had to be skind of show. A lie.

Another one of Calvin's twisted political games.

But then | looked at her again.

Really looked.

The resemblance was there—subtle but impossible to ignore. The sharp cheekbones. The spiercing eyes.

She looked... like him.

| staggered back a little as the realization hit me.

| remembered what my parents said—how Olivia wasn’t actually Mr. and Mrs. Parker's biological child.

Now it all made sense.

She's really his sister...

Calvin's sister.

Does that mean Calvin is related to us?

Confused, | stepped further into the hall. My brothers stayed close behind, just as lost as | was. My wolf was

howling, frantic, beggingto close the distance—so I did. | kept moving until | stood at the front, so close |

could almost reach out and touch her.

But her eyes were no longer on us. She acted as if she didn’t know... like her wolf wasn’t screaming that we were

her mates... she looked so calm.

Not once did she look at us again. It was like we didn’t exist.

Like we were strangers. Ghosts.

Music began to play, soft and melodic, drifting through the room like a lullaby. The guests began to move, slowly

rising from their seats and making their way toward the platform—toward her.

One by one, they walked up to greet her. Sbowed. Skissed the back of her hand. Swhispered

blessings or words of admiration.

"She's even more beautiful in person," someone near us said.

"She's the special one..." another voice whispered from behind me.

| blinked, my heart pounding harder.

The special one?

What the hell were they talking about?

| couldn’t take it anymore.

I moved.

Without thinking, | stepped forward,

pushing past a group of stunned,

vampires and witahs(ty Brothers

Werevight behind me, saying

nothing—but | could feel the tension

radiating from them like heat. The

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The guests made way for us like the Red Sea parting. They knew who we were. Everyone did.

| didn’t stop until | stood right in front of the platform again.

Olivia stood beside Calvin now, her hand lightly resting on the table as she listened to a regal woman dressed in

silver. She still hadn't looked at us. Not once.

It drovemad.

| opened my mouth to speak—but before | could get a word out, Calvin turned.

"| believe you have questions to ask," he said coolly, his voice calm but firm. "Because | do too."

| swallowed my rising anger, trying to read his expression—but Calvin was unreadable.

He turned to Olivia. "Cwith me."

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Then he looked at us. "You three... follow."

Without giving us a chance to

respond, he began walking toward a

hallway at the sidg of the Ballrdom.

Ofiyia dh protest—she followed

him silently, her head held high, her

red dress flowing like fire behind her.

We exchanged a glance—me, Levi, Louis—and followed.

The guests murmured and watched as we passed. Slooked almost excited, like they were waiting for

something tic to unfold.

Calvin glanced over his shoulder and addressed the crowd smoothly, "Enjoy yourselves. We'll be back shortly."

We left the hall and followed Calvin

down a long hallway. It was quiet,

just the sound of our, fegtsteps Olivia

walkedghead/ phils graceful, like

a completely different person. She

looked confident—strong. Not like the

girl we once knew. But my heart still

knew her. My wolf still called for her.

Calvin stopped in front of a big black door. Two guards stood beside it. He opened the door without saying

anything, and we walked into his office.

It was warm and quiet. The walls were filled with books and glowing stones. A family symbol hung above the

fireplace. There was a desk and schairs near a table.

Calvin walked over to the sitting area and looked at Olivia.

"Olivia," he said gently, "please sit."

She didn’t argue. She sank onto the chaise, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap. Her eyes still

didn’t meet ours.

My wolf howled desperately for her.

Calvin turned to us next, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.