Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 674: For Real This Time

​Lennox’s POV

​I adjusted my collar for the tenth time, my palms damp. I was the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North, a man who had stared down death and won, yet my heart was hammering against my ribs like a terrified pup’s. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

​Behind me, Levi was pacing a frantic line across the rug, and Louis was standing like a statue, though the way he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw told me he was just as wrecked as I was.

​"Come to think of it," Louis said suddenly, his voice raspy, "Olivia is technically still married to us. We never signed divorce papers."

​I shook my head, looking at the velvet box in my hand. "That marriage didn’t stand, Louis. It was born out of hate and forced onto her. This..." I gestured to the room, "this is a choice."

​"He’s right," Levi added, stopping his pacing to look at the bed. "This time, we aren’t asking her to be a Luna for the pack. We’re asking her to be ours because we can’t breathe without her."

​I clicked the box open. Three rings sat nestled in the silk—different stones, different metals, but each engraved with the same trinity knot on the inside. We all stared at them in silence, the weight of the moment sinking in.

​Suddenly, Levi’s ears twitched. "She’s coming."

​These days, Olivia didn’t teleport as much. She said she loved the feeling of the earth beneath her feet, the way the world moved slowly when she walked. The soft thud-thud of her footsteps echoed in the hallway, getting closer.

​The door swung open.

​Olivia stepped in and froze. Her hand went to her mouth, her eyes widening as she took in the transformation of the master bedroom. We had covered every inch of the floor in white rose petals. Hundreds of candles flickered, casting a warm, golden glow over the walls.

​And there, draped across the center of our massive joined bed, was a silk banner with the words that had been burning in our hearts for weeks:

​WILL YOU MARRY US AGAIN?

​She stood there, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her gaze moving from the flowers to the three of us standing in a semicircle.

​I stepped forward first, sinking to one knee. Levi and Louis followed suit instantly, a synchronized movement of three brothers, three Alphas, three men who belonged entirely to the woman standing in the doorway.

​"Olivia," I started, my voice thick with emotion. "The first time, we didn’t give you a choice. We gave you a burden. We gave you a broken family and a crown made of thorns."

​"We want to do it right this time," Levi whispered, his eyes shimmering. "No more secrets. Just love."

​Louis looked up at her, his expression raw and vulnerable. "Will you be our wife? For real this time? Forever?"

​Olivia’s eyes spilled over, tears splashing onto her cheeks as she looked at us. The silence stretched for a heartbeat, agonizingly long, until she finally found her voice.

​"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling but certain. "A thousand times, yes."

​The air in the room, which had been tight enough to suffocate us, suddenly snapped into a rush of pure, golden relief. I didn’t wait. I moved forward on my knees, the silk petals rustling beneath me, until I was right in front of her.

​I reached for her hand, my fingers shaking slightly as I took it. I pulled out the first ring—a deep, royal gold band set with a diamond that caught every flicker of the candlelight. I slid it onto her finger, my heart soaring as I felt the warmth of her skin.

​"I am yours, Olivia," I murmured, leaning up to press a firm, lingering kiss to her lips. "In this life and every other."

​I stepped back just enough to let Levi move in. He was beaming through his tears, his eyes bright with a joy I hadn’t seen in years. He reached into the box and took out the second ring—a shimmering silver band that matched the light in his eyes. He slid it onto the same finger, right next to mine, the metals clinking softly.

​"I’ll spend every day making sure you never regret this," Levi promised, his voice thick. He cupped her face and kissed her with a passion that made her gasp.

​Finally, it was Louis’s turn. He moved with a heavy, grounded grace, his massive frame towering over her even on his knees. He took the last ring—a dark, brushed gunmetal band that felt as solid and protective as he was. He slid it home, completing the set. Her finger was now heavy with our promise, a triple-tier of iron and gold.

​"My love," Louis growled softly, his large hand wrapping around hers. He didn’t just kiss her lips; he kissed her forehead, then her nose, and finally her mouth, a slow and deep claim that said more than words ever could.

​Olivia looked down at her hand, the three rings catching the light, and then back at us. She reached out, her fingers tangling in our hair, drawing us all into her space.

​"I love you three so much," she sobbed, laughing through the tears. "My Alphas. My husbands."

​She looked down at the three rings—gold, silver, and gunmetal—stacking perfectly on her finger. It was a heavy weight, a symbol of the three lives now irrevocably tied to hers.

​"This calls for a celebration," she said, wiping a stray tear with her free hand.

​"I’ll go get the sparkling juice," I said, starting to stand up. I didn’t want her drinking wine with the baby growing inside her, and I was eager to get her settled into bed so she could rest.

​"No," she said, her voice dropping to a low whisper as she caught my collar, pulling me back down to her level. She smirked, her gaze flickering over to Levi and Louis. "Not that type of celebration."

​I immediately understood. My blood began to hum. But then, I hesitated. I looked at her small frame, then back at my brothers, who were both watching her with hungry, dark eyes.

​"Olivia," I said, my voice strained. "You’re two months pregnant. I don’t think you can handle all three of us together right now. We’re... we’re too much. We don’t want to hurt you or the baby."

​Levi nodded, though he looked like he was vibrating with the effort to stay still. "Lennox is right, sweet girl. Maybe we should take turns."

​Olivia didn’t back down. She stepped into the center of our circle, her fingers dancing over the buttons of my shirt. "I’m your mate. I’m a healer. And I’m your wife," she countered, her smirk widening into a challenge. "My body is stronger than you think. Besides, the baby is tucked away safe. Let’s see about how much I can handle then." She leaned in, her mouth crashing against mine.

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