Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 92: Looking for you

Chapter 92: Looking for you

Olivia's POV

Gabriel stood too, his hands raised in a small, apologetic gesture. "I'm sorry," he said quickly, his voice full of regret. "I didn't an to make you uncomfortable, Olivia. Really."

I hesitated, swallowing down the surge of conflicting emotions churning inside . His voice sounded… sincere.

"If you want," he said cautiously, like testing the waters, "I could show you around? This place can feel like a prison if you stay locked up in one room."

I chewed the inside of my cheek, considering. Part of wanted to crawl back to the Full Moon Pack, but another part of wanted to stay here a little longer.

"Fine," I muttered, crossing my arms again. "I'll leave after that."

Gabriel chuckled lowly, "As your lordship wishes," he said with a wink, and I shyly looked away.

He led the way, walking beside but keeping a respectful distance.

First, he took outside, down a wide path that opened into a sprawling, open field. The grass was trimd low, and sturdy wooden dummies lined one side like silent sentinels.

"The combat grounds," Gabriel said, waving a hand. "Where all the future warriors train."

I nodded, impressed by the size.

He then showed the gardens, the training rooms, even a small armory tucked away in a stone building. Gabriel talked easily, filling the silence with light stories and funny facts about the place. I found myself listening despite myself, the heavy knot in my chest loosening just a little.

If only one of them spoke this way to , I thought suddenly, the image of three pairs of familiar eyes flashing through my mind—Lennox's angry intensity, Louis teasing smirks, Levi's guarded tenderness.

My wolf, silent until now, stirred suddenly inside , her voice urgent and low.

"They're getting worried," she said. "The triplets… they're searching for you. I can feel it, Olivia."

I stiffened mid-step. Gabriel noticed but said nothing.

"You should at least unblock them," my wolf urged. "Let them know you're safe."

My throat tightened painfully.

No.

I wasn't ready.

Not after everything.

"I won't," I whispered to myself harshly, earning a concerned glance from Gabriel.

"Just tell them you're fine," my wolf pleaded. "They are so worried!"

What about my pain? I thought bitterly. Did anyone ever care about that?

I gritted my teeth and shoved the feelings down.

Gabriel, sensing my shift in mood, slowed his pace, giving space.

"Want to see the lake next?" he asked, his voice careful, like he didn't want to spook again.

I nodded stiffly, forcing my legs to move forward, trying to push any thought of them away.

The walk to the lake was silent. At first, I thought it was a comfortable kind of silence—the kind that settled when two people had said all they needed to say. But after a few steps, I realized sothing was… off.

Gabriel's expression had shifted. His shoulders were tense now, his jaw tight. He wasn't relaxed like before. His eyes, usually sharp and focused on , were glazed, distant.

He's mind-linking soone, I realized instantly.

I stopped walking. My heart kicked painfully against my ribs. Sothing was wrong. I could feel it.

Gabriel finally blinked and shook himself like he was shaking off water. He turned toward , his expression serious now—so serious it made my stomach twist.

He took a slow step closer, lowering his voice like he didn't want anyone else to hear, even though we were alone.

"They know you're here, Olivia," he said grimly. "The triplets."

My blood ran cold.

"They're at the border right now," Gabriel continued, his mouth a tight line. "My n are trying to hold them back, but…" He let out a breath, dragging a hand through his ssy hair. "It's not looking good."

I swallowed hard, my legs suddenly feeling like they were made of lead.

"What do you an… not looking good?" I managed to whisper.

Gabriel gave a look that said he hated what he was about to say next.

"They're threatening to co back with hundreds of warriors if you don't show yourself within the next ten minutes."

The words slamd into like a punch to the gut. Hundreds. Of warriors.

For .

My mind reeled, trying to grasp the insanity of it all. They're willing to start a damn war… for ?

My wolf whimpered low in my mind, hope flickering so violently it almost hurt.

"They care, Olivia," she whispered.

I squeezed my eyes shut, breathing hard, trying to shove the emotions back down into the broken, locked-up parts of myself.

Gabriel shifted uncomfortably beside , clearly waiting for an answer.

I looked at him. "I have to go back. Thank you for your ti," I said.

I tried walking away, my legs stiff and my heart hamring so loud it drowned out everything else. But Gabriel matched my pace easily, falling into step beside without saying a word. His presence was quiet, steady. Like he didn't want to feel like I was facing this alone, even if, deep down, I knew I was.

The silence between us was different now—not tense, not awkward. Just heavy.

When the towering border gates finally ca into view, I saw them imdiately. Lennox. Levi. Louis.

All three of them standing there like avenging gods, their bodies coiled tight with barely restrained fury, their auras so thick it was hard to breathe. Warriors behind them bristled with tension, ready to move on a single command.

For a second, my feet faltered. God, they looked so furious…

Gabriel stopped with , his gaze lingering on the triplets before shifting back to .

"I hope…" he started, then paused, his voice rougher than usual. "I hope we see each other again, Olivia." He gave a small, almost sad smile—the kind that didn't quite reach his eyes—and for the first ti, I realized sothing.

He hadn't just been helping out of politeness. He genuinely liked .

The thought twisted painfully in my chest.

"Thank you," I whispered, aning it more than I could explain.

Gabriel gave a single nod, then took a step back, giving space to face what was waiting for .

I turned back toward the gates—and them.

Lennox's eyes locked onto first, and his entire body stiffened like he was barely holding himself back. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, his nostrils flaring with barely contained rage. Louis was next, his jaw tight, his lips pressed into a harsh line. His usual playful smirk was gone—replaced by sothing raw, sothing feral. And Levi… Levi looked like he was barely breathing. His eyes, usually so guarded, were wide open, filled with a storm of emotion I couldn't even begin to untangle.

None of them moved.

For one stretched-out heartbeat, we just stared at each other across the distance, the space between us buzzing with tension.

And then, like a snapped thread, all three of them moved forward at once.