Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: It’s Her

Levi’s POV

"No... No," I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. "This can’t be true."

My hands trembled at my sides. My heart was racing, pounding so hard it felt like it would burst. My mind was spinning, refusing to accept what I had just heard.

Olivia... dead?

Just like that?

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I took a step back, like I could physically escape the truth. But it clung to me—cold, heavy, suffocating.

The Seer’s gaze met mine, her eyes swimming with pity. "I’m sorry, Alpha Levi," she said softly. "But this was bound to happen. It was the prophecy. If she left the Snow Moon Pack, she would die... and Olivia did not harken to it."

"I should have stopped her," I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice.

I shook my head violently. "No. No! You’re wrong. Prophecies can change—she can’t be dead! There has to be another way—she can’t be gone!"

Louis’s hand gripped my arm, but it couldn’t comfort me. It only reminded me that this was real. That body was hers.

But my heart still refused to believe it.

Lennox’s voice broke the heavy silence.

"Who did this?" he growled, stepping forward. His eyes were burning with rage, his voice sharp with anger. "Tell me who did this to her!"

The Seer didn’t flinch. She nodded slowly and turned to the door.

"Come inside," she said. "There’s only one way to try and see."

We followed her in silence into the small, dimly lit cottage. The air inside was thick with herbs and smoke. The smell of sage and something sharp burned in my nostrils.

The Seer moved to the center of the room, where a stone bowl sat on a table. She lit a small flame beneath it, tossing in strange powders, roots, and dried leaves. She chanted softly under her breath, words I couldn’t understand.

The flames danced higher, then turned a deep blue.

She leaned over the bowl, eyes closed, and whispered something again.

We waited.

Then she opened her eyes and gasped.

"What is it?" Lennox barked impatiently. "What do you see?"

The Seer blinked slowly. "It’s... not clear," she said. "Someone cloaked their presence. Someone powerful."

"Who?!" Lennox yelled, stepping closer. "Who did it?!"

She winced at the force in his voice but didn’t back down. "It was one of your enemies... someone who carries deep hatred. But I can’t see who. Their identity is hidden behind a veil of blood magic."

My blood ran cold.

Louis clenched his fists. "You’re saying someone killed her on purpose?"

"Yes," she answered quietly. "And not just to kill her, but to hurt you. They knew how much she meant to you."

Lennox let out a strangled sound and slammed his fist into the wall. The wood splintered, a jagged hole forming. Where I stood, my legs felt weak, and just as I was about to collapse, Louis rushed to me and held me.

Lennox growled in anger as he paced around, shaking his head in denial, while Louis held me up. But I could feel his pain through every trembling breath he took.

"I swear, I’m going to kill Gabriel," Lennox spat.

The Seer shook her head. "No," she said calmly. "Gabriel is innocent."

Lennox stopped in his tracks and turned sharply toward her.

"He’s not the one," she continued. "If anything, he begged her to stay. He may be many things, but when it comes to Olivia, his heart was sincere. He loved her. Just like you did. Just like all three of you."

She looked at each of us, her gaze firm. "But Olivia was stubborn. She refused to listen. She didn’t listen to Gabriel. She didn’t listen to the prophecy. She didn’t listen to any of you."

Lennox’s fists clenched again, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths.

"I don’t care what any of you say," he said, voice low, trembling with a mix of rage and heartbreak. "That body... that’s not her. It can’t be her. I refuse to accept it."

The Seer walked toward him. "You’re in denial," she said gently. "You know it’s her, but your heart can’t handle it. That’s why your soul keeps rejecting it. Because you can’t live with the truth."

Lennox’s eyes filled with pain.

"I won’t believe it," he muttered, backing away. "I won’t believe she’s dead. I won’t."

Then he turned, stormed past us, and walked out of the cottage, slamming the door behind him.

The silence that followed was heavy.

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