Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 242: A Letter

Lennox’s POV

God, I wanted to pull away.

I wanted to end this madness.

But I couldn’t.

The kiss... it felt so damn good.

Too good.

Her lips were soft, warm—nothing like Olivia’s, yet somehow they still made my heart clench the same way. I hated it. I hated how my pain found comfort in someone else. But I didn’t stop.

She didn’t either.

My hands slid to her waist before I could think, and she leaned into me like she belonged there. The way her fingers curled against my chest... the way she exhaled like she had been holding her breath for hours...

It should’ve felt wrong.

It was wrong.

But at that moment, I didn’t care.

Because kissing her made the screaming in my head go quiet.

Just for a second.

Just enough to breathe.

But when we finally pulled apart, both of us breathless, the silence between us was louder than anything I’d ever heard.

Her eyes met mine, filled with a thousand questions neither of us had the answer to.

I looked away first, stepping back like I’d just been burned. The cold air rushed between us, but it did nothing to cool the heat rising in my chest.

"I... I didn’t mean to do that," I said hoarsely, running a hand through my hair.

"I know," she whispered. "Me neither."

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Then her voice, quiet again. "But... did you regret it?"

I hesitated.

My heart screamed yes.

My lips stayed silent.

Because truthfully... I didn’t know.

Did I regret it?

Did I feel guilty?

Was this betrayal to Damien?

"I don’t know," I said honestly.

Rebecca nodded slowly. "You’re hurting. I understand. I don’t expect anything from you, Lennox. I just... I saw you breaking, and I wanted to be there."

I clenched my jaw, trying to hold in the chaos surging inside me.

"Thank you," I said softly.

She nodded, and without another word, she left.

I slumped against the wall, shutting my eyes... my mind replaying that kiss over and over. Damn it, why did it feel so good and so right?

I shook my head hard. "Stop it, Lennox... she’s your uncle’s wife," I breathed out with a broken sigh. What the hell is happening to me? Minutes ago, I realized Olivia—the girl I’d loved my whole life—might be related to me, and now I’ve kissed Rebecca, who’s family. My uncle’s wife. What the hell is going on?

The door to the library creaked open, snapping me from my thoughts. I looked up to see my brothers stepping in.

They both wore the same worried, confused look.

They didn’t say anything at first.

Neither did I.

Just silence.

The kind that dripped heavier than any words could manage.

Louis finally leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed, his eyes distant. "I still can’t believe it."

"Me neither," Levi muttered, pacing slowly. "Our own parents... they forged those letters. Lied to us. Manipulated us."

"And Olivia..." Louis added quietly, "might be related to us."

I let out a bitter laugh. "What the hell even is our life?"

Louis shook his head. "It doesn’t make sense, man. None of it does. I keep going back and forth in my head. Trying to find a hole in the story. Something that would prove they were lying. Something that would make this all a sick misunderstanding."

"But they weren’t lying," Levi muttered. "You saw their faces. You heard their voices."

"Yeah," I said slowly, rubbing the back of my neck. "That’s what makes it worse."

For a moment, none of us spoke again. We were each stuck in our thoughts. Memories. Regrets.

Then Louis exhaled sharply and muttered, "What if Olivia was still alive?"

Both Levi and I looked at him instantly.

He didn’t take it back.

"If she was alive," he continued, his voice low and bitter, "we would’ve had to cut ties with her. Let go of everything we felt. Of everything we ever were."

Levi looked down. "Would we, though?"

I swallowed hard.

My chest tightened.

Because I knew the answer. We all did.

I looked them in the eyes. "No," I said. "We wouldn’t have. I couldn’t have."

Louis sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead. "Shit..."

"She could be our cousin, and I still wouldn’t have been able to let her go," I admitted. My voice cracked near the end, and I hated it. Hated how broken I sounded. "Even when I tried to hate her... it didn’t work. Even after everything we did to her, all she had to do was look at me and I—" I shook my head. "I would’ve stayed."

There was silence again. This one heavier. Sadder.

Then Levi spoke, his voice quiet, almost hollow.

"So... are we finally accepting it now?"

I looked at him.

"What?"

He met my eyes. "That she’s dead."

The words punched the air out of me.

Neither of us responded immediately.

We didn’t want to say it.

Didn’t want to believe it.

But what if she was really gone?

Louis sat down slowly in one of the wooden chairs, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.

I clenched my fists.

"I don’t want to," I whispered.

Levi sat across from me, his expression grim. "Neither do I. But what if this is true... what if she really is gone?"

My heart sank, and all I could think of was the possibility that Olivia might still be alive.

Olivia wouldn’t just die like that.

Not her.

"I keep thinking about it," Louis said suddenly, his voice muffled through his hands. "Who were her real parents? Why would they leave her with Parker? Why would Dad hide it from us?"

"They know more than they’re saying," Levi muttered. "They’ve known it for years. If she was related to us, if they traced her bloodline all the way back to our great-grandmother, then they must’ve found names. Something."

"But they won’t tell us," I added bitterly. "They’re still protecting some secret. Even now."

"And that’s what pisses me off the most," Louis growled. "They destroyed everything just to hide something none of us even understand."

I nodded slowly. "There’s more to this. There has to be."

We fell silent again.

Then—

A knock.

The library doors opened, and a guard stepped in, holding a folded letter in his gloved hand.

He bowed slightly. "A letter just arrived... addressed to the three of you."

We all stiffened.

"No," Levi said immediately. "Burn it."

Louis shot to his feet. "Don’t bring any more cursed letters near us. We’re done being manipulated."

The guard hesitated, clearly caught off guard. "But... it states important—"

That made us all pause.

My chest tightened. "Important?"

"Yes, Alpha," the guard nodded.

Levi exchanged a glance with me. "Still... it could be spelled."

"I don’t trust anything written anymore," Louis muttered. "For all we know that thing’s laced with dark charm."

I nodded and stepped back. "Call Dustin."

The guard bowed and turned on his heel.

Moments later, Dustin walked in, his brows raised in concern. "You called me?"

I gestured toward the letter still held in the guard’s hands. "We need you to read it."

He blinked. "Me?"

"Yes," Levi said. "We don’t trust it. We don’t even want to touch it. Read it out loud."

Dustin stepped forward, hesitantly taking the letter.

He examined the seal before he carefully broke the seal, unfolded the paper, and began to read.

"Save Rebecca from Alpha Damien... don’t be deceived... everything is fake."

He paused, then looked down at the bottom of the letter.

"The sender..." he said quietly, "just signed it with a G."

"G?" I repeated.

Louis’s eyes narrowed. "What the hell does that mean?"

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