Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 224

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 nutmeg 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 me.

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 came 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 name.

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

His body shook, then after a few seconds, his breathing came 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 some 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 same nutmeg and honey that always made me feel calm...

But this time, it didn’t.

This time, it made me sick.

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

Yes, the body was hers.

Yes, the scent was hers.

But something was wrong.

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

Something didn’t feel right.

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

It looked like her.

It smelled like her.

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