Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 587: his touch

Olivia’s POV

The mont his arms closed around , everything I had been holding back shattered.

Not quiet tears.

Not controlled ones.

Ugly, shaking sobs ripped out of my chest, raw and loud and uncontrollable. My hands fisted into the fabric of the towel at his back as if I needed sothing—anything—to keep upright. My knees felt weak. My chest burned. My throat hurt from all the grief I had swallowed for days.

I cried like soone who had lost everything.

Because I had.

His body went still at first.

Just for a heartbeat.

Then his arms tightened around —too fast, too instinctive—before he seed to realize what he was doing. His chest was warm. Solid. Familiar in a way that made my breath hitch painfully.

That was when it hit .

His scent.

Not the soap. Not the steam from the bathroom.

Him.

Sothing deep and comforting wrapped around , sinking into my lungs, calming the storm in my chest far too quickly. My wolf stirred sharply, lifting her head inside , alert in a way she hadn’t been since—

Since Lennox.

That scared .

My sobs slowed against my will, even though my heart was still breaking. My body reacted before my mind could catch up. The shaking eased just a little. My breathing steadied.

Too fast.

This wasn’t normal.

I pulled in a shaky breath, my forehead pressed against his chest, and suddenly I beca aware of sothing else.

His heartbeat.

Strong. Steady.

Familiar.

The realization sent a cold shiver through .

I knew that rhythm.

I had fallen asleep to it.

Listened to it in the dark.

Felt it beneath my ear when the world felt too heavy.

My fingers twitched.

No.

Stop it.

Grief does this, I told myself. Grief makes you imagine things. Grief makes you cling to shadows and echoes and ghosts.

But even as I told myself that, his embrace felt—

Right.

Exactly right.

And that was the problem.

His arms tightened again, just slightly, like he was fighting himself. I felt the tension coil through his body, sharp and controlled. Then, abruptly, he pulled back.

Not gently.

Not roughly.

Decisively.

Like soone who had just caught himself crossing a line he couldn’t afford to cross.

"I—" he started, then stopped.

He took a step back, putting space between us, his jaw tight, his hands clenched at his sides.

"I’m sorry," he said quietly. "I shouldn’t have—"

The sudden absence of his warmth made my chest ache.

I wrapped my arms around myself, blinking hard, embarrassed by how exposed I felt. My face burned. My eyes were swollen. I hated that he had seen like that.

Weak. Broken.

"I’m sorry," I said at the sa ti, my voice hoarse. "I didn’t an to—I shouldn’t have—"

We stopped.

Silence filled the room again, thick and uncomfortable.

He turned his face slightly away from , as if even looking at was dangerous. "You didn’t do anything wrong, Luna."

That word again.

Luna.

It should have felt respectful. Professional.

Instead, it made sothing twist in my chest.

I wiped my cheeks quickly, angry at myself for falling apart in front of him. Angry for needing him. Angry for how easily my body had responded to his presence.

"This won’t happen again," I said, forcing my voice to steady. "I shouldn’t have broken down like that."

He shook his head once. "You’re grieving."

The way he said it—soft, certain—made my throat tighten again.

He inhaled slowly. I noticed the way his shoulders rose, then fell, like he was bracing himself.

"He wouldn’t want you breaking like this," Kaine said quietly.

My head snapped up.

The words landed too close. Too sharp.

"What?" I whispered.

He t my eyes again, sothing raw flickering there before he masked it. "From what I’ve heard," he added quickly. "From the warriors. From the pack."

I didn’t respond.

My vision blurred.

Those were Lennox’s words.

Almost exactly.

My heart began to race again, this ti not from grief—but from sothing colder. Sothing uneasy.

Why does he sound like he personally knows Lennox?

I took a step back, creating distance this ti. My arms folded tightly across my chest.

"This isn’t normal," I said, more to myself than to him.

His brow furrowed. "What isn’t?"

"This," I gestured vaguely between us. "The way I feel when you’re near. The way my wolf reacts. The way you—"

I stopped myself.

I sounded ridiculous.

Unhinged.

He stayed very still, watching carefully. "Grief does strange things," he said gently. "It makes the mind reach for comfort wherever it can find it."

That was exactly what I had been telling myself.

And I hated that he said it.

Because it made sense.

Too much sense.

I let out a shaky laugh. "So I’m imagining things."

"I think," he said slowly, choosing his words with care, "that you’re hurting. And pain looks for familiar shapes."

My chest ached again.

I nodded once. "Yes. That must be it."

Silence stretched.

I beca painfully aware that he was still wearing only a towel. That I was standing in his room. That I had crossed a line.

I straightened my shoulders. "I shouldn’t be here."

"No," he agreed. "You shouldn’t."

That stung more than I expected.

I turned toward the door, then stopped. My hand hovered over the handle.

"This was a mistake," I admitted quietly.

He didn’t respond right away.

When he did, his voice was lower. Controlled. "No one will know."

I nodded, even though I wasn’t sure I believed him.

"I won’t let it happen again," I said. "I shouldn’t have co here."

He inclined his head. "As you wish."

I opened the door, then paused one last ti without looking back.

"Kaine."

"Yes, Luna?"

"Thank you," I said. "For... earlier. With Liam."

His breath caught. I heard it.

"You’re welco," he replied quietly.

I stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind .

The mont it shut, my legs felt weak.

I leaned against the wall, pressing a hand to my chest, my heart still racing.

What just happened?

I wiped my eyes angrily, forcing myself to breathe.

This was grief.

This was exhaustion.

This was my mind clinging to sothing it had lost.

That was all.

It had to be.

And yet—

His heartbeat.

His scent.

The way his arms had felt around .

Exactly like Lennox.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

"No," I whispered.

The word barely left my lips when footsteps echoed down the corridor.

I stiffened.

Before I could straighten fully, Levi stepped into view.

He stopped short when he saw pressed against the wall outside a guard’s room.

His eyes narrowed instantly.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Not confused.

Not curious.

Angry.

I pushed myself upright, lifting my chin even though my heart was still pounding. "That’s not your concern."

Levi’s gaze flicked to the door behind .

Then back to my face.

"You’re outside a guard’s quarters," he said slowly. "Do you have any idea how that looks?"

I laughed sharply. "Do you always interrogate in hallways now?"

"This isn’t a joke, Olivia," he snapped. "You just lost Lennox. You’re vulnerable. And now I find you coming out of a guard’s room?"

My chest tightened.

"Lower your voice," I said coldly. "This is not a spectacle."

He took a step closer. "Then explain."

I exhaled hard, forcing myself to stay calm. "I ca to get the guard. That’s all."

Levi stared at like he didn’t believe a word.

"You ca alone," he said. "To a male guard’s room."

"I am not a child," I shot back. "And I don’t need permission to speak to soone assigned to ."

His jaw clenched. "You’re grieving. That makes you reckless."

"Enough," I said sharply. "Do not speak to like that."

The air between us crackled.

For a second, neither of us spoke.

Then Levi rubbed a hand down his face, clearly struggling to keep control. "This is exactly why I said you needed supervision."

"And this," I said bitterly, "is exactly why I don’t tell you anything anymore."

His eyes flashed. "You don’t get to shut out. Not when you’re making decisions like this."

"I wasn’t making any decision," I said. "I was apologizing."

That gave him pause.

"Apologizing?" he repeated.

"Yes," I said firmly. "To the guard. For earlier."

Levi raised a brow, clearly confused. He stared at Kaine’s door, then back at , but before he could respond—

The door behind opened.

I felt it before I saw it.

That presence again.

Kaine stepped out.

Fully dressed this ti. Black guard uniform. Shirt buttoned to the collar. Hair still slightly damp, but neat. Composed. Controlled.

If I hadn’t seen him monts earlier, no one would have guessed anything had happened.

Levi turned sharply. "You."

Kaine bowed imdiately. "Alpha."

Levi’s eyes dragged over him, assessing. Cold. Sharp. "Why was the Luna in your room?"

Kaine didn’t hesitate. Not even for a heartbeat.