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 I saw her.

Olivia?

Our Olivia?

For a heartbeat, it felt like a dream—some cruel 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!"

I 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," I whispered under my breath.

Not because I didn’t want her. Goddess, I 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.

I watched her, watched her mouth part slightly, watched her hands tremble as she stared back at us like we were a curse come to 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."

But it was.

I 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 I 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?

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

Louis’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

Levi stared ahead, frozen.

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

No. That couldn’t be right.

It had to be some kind of show. A lie.

Another one of Calvin’s twisted political games.

But then I looked at her again.

Really looked.

The resemblance was there—subtle but impossible to ignore. The sharp cheekbones. The same piercing eyes. She looked... like him.

I staggered back a little as the realization hit me.

I 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, I stepped further into the hall. My brothers stayed close behind, just as lost as I was. My wolf was howling, frantic, begging me to close the distance—so I did. I kept moving until I stood at the front, so close I could almost reach out and touch her. noveldrama

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. Some bowed. Some kissed the back of her hand. Some whispered 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.

I blinked, my heart pounding harder.

The special one?

What the hell were they talking about?

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I moved.

Without thinking, I stepped forward, pushing past a group of stunned vampires and witches. My brothers were right behind me, saying nothing—but I could feel the tension radiating from them like heat.

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

I didn’t stop until I 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 drove me mad.

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

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

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

He turned to Olivia. "Come with me."

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

Without giving us a chance to respond, he began walking toward a hallway at the side of the ballroom. Olivia didn’t 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. Some looked almost excited, like they were waiting for something dramatic 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 footsteps. Olivia walked ahead, calm and 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 some chairs 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.