Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 623: The Talk

Levi’s POV

She didn’t let go of my arm.

Not even when I stopped pulling.

Not even when I glared.

"Co on," she said softly. "If you’re not trying to die, then don’t stand here pretending you are."

Her words were simple. Not cruel. Not dramatic.

Just honest.

I didn’t answer.

But I didn’t pull away either.

We walked in silence for a while. The forest swallowed us again. My thoughts were loud, but her presence kept them from crushing completely.

After a few minutes, she spoke again.

"You don’t talk much, do you?"

"No," I muttered.

She nodded like that made sense. "That’s okay. People who are hurting usually don’t."

That hit sothing inside .

We reached a fallen log, and she sat on it without asking, patting the space beside her.

"Sit," she said.

I hesitated... then slowly did.

The cliff was far behind us now. But the weight in my chest was still there.

She looked at , really looked at . Not like a stranger. Not like an Alpha.

Like a broken man.

"What hurts the most?" she asked quietly.

I swallowed.

I didn’t want to answer.

But sothing about the way she said it... like she wasn’t afraid of the truth... made the words slip out.

"I destroyed everything," I whispered.

She didn’t interrupt.

"I hurt the woman I love," I said. "I lied. I controlled. I chose myself over her... and now everything is gone."

Her eyes softened.

"That’s not nothing," she said gently. "That’s grief."

I shook my head. "No. It’s guilt."

We sat there for a while, the night closing in around us.

"Do you think you deserve to disappear?" she asked.

I laughed bitterly. "Every day."

She frowned. "I don’t think so."

"You don’t even know ."

"I know pain," she replied. "And pain doesn’t an you deserve to die."

That sounded exactly like sothing Olivia would have said years ago.

I closed my eyes.

"I don’t know how to live with what I’ve done," I admitted.

"That doesn’t an you stop living," she said. "It ans you learn how to carry it."

Silence fell again.

Not heavy.

Just... comforting.

"Why are you being nice to ?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Because I saw you standing at the edge. And no one should stand there alone."

My throat tightened.

For the first ti in days...

I felt seen.

Not as an Alpha.

Not as a villain.

Just as a man who didn’t deserve to die.

She flashed a comforting smile before getting to her feet. "Co on, let take you ho."

I nodded and got up.

She walked beside as we left the forest.

Not in front. Not behind. Right beside , like she was afraid that if she looked away, I might vanish into the dark again.

"So," she said quietly, breaking the silence, "where do you live?"

I hesitated.

If I told her the truth, she would run. If I lied, I would still have to take her sowhere.

"The pack house," I said finally.

She blinked. "Like... the Alpha pack house?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

She laughed awkwardly. "So you’re either a guard or a warrior."

I didn’t respond.

We walked for several minutes until the towering iron gates appeared ahead. Guards stood on either side.

They stiffened when they saw .

"Alpha Levi," one of them said quickly, bowing his head.

Her footsteps stopped.

"Alpha... what?"

I felt her eyes on .

Slowly, I turned.

Her face had gone pale.

"You’re an Alpha?" she whispered.

I nodded once.

"And you were about to jump off a cliff—"

I scoffed. "I’m not trying to kill myself," I said quietly. "You can relax."

She didn’t move.

Didn’t step back.

Didn’t let go of my arm.

Her eyes stayed on , sharp and worried, like she was trying to read sothing written inside my chest.

"People who say that are usually the ones who are lying to themselves," she replied softly.

I frowned. "I wasn’t lying."

"You were standing at the edge of a cliff staring into nothing," she said. "That’s not sothing happy people do."

I pulled my arm slightly. "I just needed air."

"And the edge of death was where you went to get it?" she shot back.

I didn’t answer.

She shook her head. "You think I don’t know what that looks like? I’ve seen it before. People don’t go that close unless they’re breaking."

"I wasn’t going to jump," I said more firmly now. "I swear."

"Maybe," she said. "But you were thinking about it."

That hit too close.

Before she could speak again, another presence washed over us.

Heavy. Powerful.

The lady slowly turned her head.

A man was standing a few steps away from us.

Tall. Broad. His eyes sharp and cold. His aura pressed against the air like a storm waiting to break.

She swallowed hard.

I didn’t need to look to know who it was.

Lennox.

He didn’t even have to say anything. His presence alone made the guards stiffen, made the night itself feel smaller.

His gaze flicked to .

Then to the girl holding my arm.

"I believe what I overheard wasn’t true," Lennox said calmly. Angrily. "Levi, you weren’t trying to kill yourself."

I t his eyes.

"No," I said quietly.

"She misunderstood," he added.

The girl shook her head slowly. "I don’t believe that."

Lennox’s eyes snapped back to her.

Sharp.

Cold.

"You should," he said.

Sothing about the way he spoke made her fingers tighten around my arm.

I stepped slightly in front of her. "You’re scaring her."

Lennox didn’t look at .

He looked at her.

"You helped my brother," he said. "For that, you have my thanks. You may leave now."

She hesitated.

"And rember," he added softly, "do not speak of this to anyone. Not a soul. Or you will regret it."

Fear flickered in her eyes.

She bowed quickly, her grip finally loosening from my arm.

Then she turned and hurried away, disappearing.

Sothing inside twisted. I didn’t get to say thank you.

Lennox turned to then.

"Levi," he said. "We need to talk."