Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 224: Denial

Lennox’s POV

"No!" I growled, my voice breaking, pain pouring out from my chest. My wolf’s cry mixed with mine, echoing through the trees in pure agony.

I dropped to my knees and pulled her headless body into my arms. Blood was still dripping from her neck, soaking into the earth beneath us—but I didn’t care. I held her tightly, rocking back and forth, refusing to let go.

"This can’t be real..." I whispered. "It’s a dream... just a nightmare. I’ll wake up. I have to wake up."

But her scent filled my nose.

It was her.

Olivia.

That soft, warm scent of nutg mixed with honey I knew better than my own. It clung to her dress, to her skin... even now.

I looked down at the body again, and my eyes moved to the head lying next to it.

My chest squeezed painfully.

It was her face.

Olivia’s face.

Peaceful, eyes closed like she was sleeping. Her lips slightly parted.

I knew that face. I had kissed that face. I had watched her smile, cry, scream...

And the dress she wore—I knew it. I had seen it on her before.

It was really her.

"Olivia..." I whispered, my voice shaking. "Please wake up..."

Then I heard a scream behind .

It was Louis.

He pointed, panicking. "Levi! Lennox—look at Levi!"

I turned fast—and my heart dropped again.

Levi had fallen flat on the grass. His mouth opened and closed like he was trying to breathe, but no sound ca out.

His hands clawed at his chest. He was gasping, eyes wide and terrified.

"Levi!" I shouted, rushing to him and grabbing his shoulders. "Breathe! Please, breathe! Don’t do this!"

Tears filled my eyes again.

Louis dropped beside us, also shouting his na.

I held Levi tightly, trying to ground him, trying to pull him back.

His body shook, then after a few seconds, his breathing ca back in short, painful gasps. He clutched my shirt as he sobbed, hard and loud, like the sound was tearing out of his soul.

"She’s gone..." he cried. "She’s really gone..."

I couldn’t speak.

I turned my head slowly toward her body again and shook my head... I refused to believe it... I refused to believe that my Olivia was gone...

I refused to believe this is her... no... it must be so kind of trick... it’s a trick... it has to be.

I let go of Levi and rushed back to her body.

I dropped to my knees and leaned closer. My hands trembled as I touched her arm again. It was cold—so cold. The blood was still warm, but her skin was ice.

Her scent still clung to the fabric of her dress. That sa nutg and honey that always made feel calm...

But this ti, it didn’t.

This ti, it made sick.

I looked at the dress again—yes, I rembered it. She wore it before. But as I stared harder, sothing felt... off.

Yes, the body was hers.

Yes, the scent was hers.

But sothing was wrong.

I couldn’t explain it, not even to myself. My wolf was in pain, howling inside like soone had ripped him apart—but a small voice, deep in my gut, whispered sothing different.

Sothing didn’t feel right.

I looked at the head again, then back at the body. My breathing slowed.

It looked like her.

It slled like her.

But it didn’t feel like her.

Not fully.

Was I just losing my mind? Was I in denial?

Everything said it was Olivia.

But my heart scread sothing else.

Why did it feel like this wasn’t her?

Was I imagining things... or was sothing else going on?

Louis knelt beside , silent now, just staring.

Even he looked confused.

And Levi—he wasn’t crying anymore. He just sat there, dazed, looking at the body like it was a ghost.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, and I didn’t stop them.

I turned to the border patrol guard, my voice hoarse and shaky.

"Who did this?" I asked, barely able to speak. "Who did you see?"

The guard looked shaken. His hands were still trembling as he stepped closer.

"No one, Alpha," he said. "We didn’t see anyone. A patrol team was making rounds near the east woods. They just found... her. Just like this."

"Found?" I repeated, my voice rising. "She didn’t just fall here and die! Soone did this!"

He bowed his head. "I’m sorry... we saw no scent trail. No sign of a fight. Just her... lying there."

I groaned and clenched my fists, blood boiling in my veins. My wolf pushed forward, taking control as a deep, broken howl ripped from my throat.

I howled loudly in pain and Levi joined, so did Louis. We all three howled loudly in pain, announcing to the pack that sothing was wrong.

We kept howling, so loud that the trees shook, and the air felt heavy from our howls.

I was in pain... my wolf was in pain, but I was still in denial...

I stared at Olivia’s—no, this body’s—face one more ti.

And whispered, almost to myself, "What if this isn’t her?"

Louis lifted his head. "What?"

Levi’s eyes snapped up too.

I looked at them both. "What if... soone made this? What if this isn’t Olivia?"

Louis frowned. "But the scent—"

"I know," I said. "I know it slls like her. I feel it’s her. But my soul... it’s not accepting it."

Levi furrowed his brows as fresh tears slid down his cheeks. His gaze stayed fixed on the severed head. "I feel it too... yes, I’m hurting, but sothing feels... off."

Louis nodded slowly. "We need to see the Seer."

I didn’t hesitate. "Get a stretcher," I barked at the guards. "Take the body to the pack house. Lock down the borders. No one gets in or out without my permission."

They scrambled to obey.

We walked back to the car in silence, heavy with confusion and fear. Levi got in the front passenger seat this ti. I sat in the back while Louis drove. No one said a word as we drove off toward the Seer’s cottage.

The road felt longer than usual.

The forest around us was quiet, too quiet, like it was mourning with us.

We reached the small, vine-covered ho just as the morning sun pushed higher through the trees.

She was there—standing at her porch with a basket in hand, as if she’d been waiting for us.

"Where were you?" Louis asked, jumping out first.

"I went to gather herbs in the deeper woods," she answered calmly, placing the basket down. "I returned not long ago."

I tried to speak, but she lifted a hand gently.

"I know," she said softly. "I know why you’re here. Forgive , Alphas... there was nothing I could do."

I stepped forward, my eyes filled with fear. " Tell us that body isn’t Olivia’s. Please. Tell us this is so trick, so illusion. Tell us she’s alive."

The Seer’s pitiful eyes t mine. Her lips trembled just a little.

Then she whispered, "I’m sorry, Alpha Lennox... but that body is Olivia’s."

She paused—just for a heartbeat—then added, "She’s really gone."

And in that mont... my world stopped.