Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 556

Chapter 556: What Are Your Intentions

Olivia’s POV

I didn’t even remember how I reached my room.

The moment the guards wheeled Lennox away, something inside me broke.

I walked into my room, closed the door slowly... and then I just collapsed on the bed.

I buried my face in the pillow and cried.

Not soft tears.

Not quiet ones.

Real crying. The kind that shakes your whole body, the kind that empties your chest and makes you feel hollow.

He told me to stay away.

Stay away from him.

Don’t talk to him.

Don’t come near him.

Don’t comfort him.

Hearing it, it felt like my heart was being ripped apart.

I cried until my eyes burned.

Until my throat hurt.

Until exhaustion finally pulled me into a heavy, painful sleep.

In the morning when I woke up, my pillow was still damp.

I sat up slowly, wiped my eyes, and whispered my morning prayers.

I prayed for guidance, for strength, and for peace.

And then I prayed for Lennox.

I asked Goddess to calm his heart.

To heal the pain inside him.

To protect him, because even if he didn’t want me close, I still wanted him safe.

After praying, I took a shower, letting the warm water wash away whatever sadness I could carry out of my body. Then I got dressed in something simple, just a soft top and light pants.

I opened my door and walked into the hallway.

Servants passed by, greeting me with their heads bowed.

"Good morning, Luna."

I forced a small smile and nodded politely. "Good morning."

My heart still felt heavy, but I pushed forward.

Every morning, I went to the kitchen to check what the cooks were preparing for breakfast. It was my little routine.

So I walked toward the kitchen, trying to take steady breaths.

But the moment I stepped inside...

My smile died.

Completely.

Because standing at the counter, stirring a bowl, looking comfortable, looking like she owned the kitchen was Annabella.

She turned slightly, noticed me, and her eyes widened just a little.

The entire kitchen went silent.

My fingers curled slowly beside me.

Why was she here?

Why was she cooking?

A slow, heavy annoyance rose in my chest that made my wolf growl in rage.

The cook bowed to me nervously. "Luna, good morning."

I didn’t take my eyes off Annabella.

Not for a second.

For a long second, nobody moved.

Annabella stood there with a wooden spoon in her hand like she owned the whole damn kitchen. The cooks kept glancing between us, terrified. The smell of breakfast, eggs, butter, herbs, suddenly made my stomach twist instead of hungry.

I took one step forward.

My voice came out low and sharp.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Annabella didn’t flinch.

She didn’t bow.

She didn’t even look nervous.

She just said calmly, "I’m making breakfast for Alpha Lennox."

Something inside me burned.

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