Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 287

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I chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead. “We’ll cook all your favorite meals ourselves,” I promised. “Even if we burn the kitchen down doing it.”

For a moment, I thought she was leaving. A flash of panic surged through me–had I annoyed her?

It was love.

I froze.

For a long moment, we stayed like that, wrapped in each other, in silence. The warmth of her body against mine, her soft breaths tickling my neck, the steady beat of her heart grounding me.

Lennox’s POV

Her voice cracked. “I never stopped loving you, Lennox. Not for one second. Not when you rejected me. Not when you hurt me. Not even when I tried to forget.”

She just slowly slid off my lap.

“I caught that fever,” she continued, curling tighter into me. “And I wouldn’t stop shivering… everyone panicked. Even my father thought they’d have to send me to the hospital.”

So I just kept holding her, burying my face in her hair again, breathing her in like she was air and I’d been suffocating.

“I feel that way now,” she whispered. “Safe… right here.”

Because she was.

She gave a soft breath, almost a laugh. “Levi and Louis kept begging me to let them take a turn. They said you needed rest. That it wasn’t fair you had to hold me all day. She laughed quietly, that beautiful sound I hadn’t heard in what felt ke forever.

Then, without a word, she climbed onto my lap and curled into me–her head resting gently against my chest.

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Then my arms moved on instinct, wrapping around her tightly. I cradled her like she was something breakable. Something I’d nearly lost.

I And even though my mind was a mess of questions and pain… I held her like she was my world.

“I’d still eat it,” she whispered.

Tears burned at the back of my eyes.

Relief surged through me. “Tomorrow night?” I asked, brushing my knuckles along her cheek. “Is that okay?”

I closed my eyes, breathing her in again, letting my arms tighten around her like I could keep her there forever.

She was the last person I expected to see right now, wrapped in nothing but a blanket, her hair tousled, and cheeks still flushed from whatever had happened before she came here.

Soon, I felt the way her body sagged a little more against mine, the weight of exhaustion dragging at her limbs. She was tired. Drained. And she deserved rest more than anything.

I smiled faintly, the ache in my chest pulling tighter.

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I nodded. “You

deserve that. You deserve effort, time

love. You deserve to be fought

for.

Even after everything.

“We’ve hurt you,” I continued, my voice cracking. “Gods, we shattered you. And just saying we’re sorry–it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.”

I leaned forward, cupping her face with trembling hands, and kissed her tears away. One. Then another. Then another–until I was kissing her cheeks like I could take all the pain away with just my lips.

I could still feel it–that moment. Her small, trembling body clingi from the heat and the chills, and my wolf refusing to put her down.

ome, crying

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“Yes,” she said again, more firmly this time, and her soft smile nearly made my heart.

burst.

She closed her eyes briefly, like the weight of those words settled somewhere deep in

her chest.

“But I refused,” she whispered, her fingers curling lightly against my shirt. “I wouldn’t leave your arms. Not for anything. Not even for them.”

She didn’t answer.

“Do you remember when I was thirteen?”

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered, her eyes searching mine. “I need to hate you. I should hate you. Our families are enemies. Everything says I should stay away…”

And then, without a word, she let go of the blanket. 1

Her arms tightened around me.

She stared at me for a moment.

“Olivia… what are you doing here?” I asked, stunned.

“I didn’t care if you were tired… I just felt safe.”

“But maybe,” I whispered, “if we stop running from it, if we face it together… maybe we can rebuild.”

My heart stuttered, tears pricking my eyes… why did Olivia have to be this perfect? For a while, we just stayed there, quiet. Her breathing soft against my neck, my hand gently stroking her back beneath the blanket. Neither of us spoke. There was a lot to say. But not now. I’ll wait for tomorrow.

“I tried to hate you,” she breathed. “Goddess, I tried. I wanted to. I needed to. But my heart… it wouldn’t let me.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, low, silent streaks of heartbreak–and I couldn’t take it

anymore.

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I lifted her gently into my arms, her weight featherlight, her scent already soothing my pain. I buried my face in her hair, letting the silence say what I couldn’t.

Her words sank deep, each one like a blade sliding through my chest–but it wasn’t pain I felt.

Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but I felt the words vibrate through my chest.

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