Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Familiar

Lennox’s POV

My heart raced, and I didn’t know why.

The moment my eyes landed on the woman standing beside Damien—his so-called new wife—something inside me jolted. Hard.

She was beautiful, yes. Striking, even. But that wasn’t it.

That wasn’t why I couldn’t look away.

That wasn’t why my heart was pounding in my chest like it was trying to claw its way out.

There was something... familiar.

Painfully familiar.

She stood there quietly, letting Damien hold her like some prize, but her eyes—those eyes—they weren’t soft or smiling or warm.

They were guarded. Sharp. Haunted.

Broken.

And the way she looked at me...

No, not just me—all of us. Like she recognized us. Like we mattered to her.

I didn’t know why, but I couldn’t breathe properly.

My chest felt tight. My throat, dry.

For a moment, everything around me dulled—the voices, the silence, even my brothers standing beside me.

It all faded into the background, and all I could focus on was her.

I forced myself to look away, to keep walking, but I could still feel her gaze on me.

My wolf stirred uneasily beneath my skin, something he hadn’t done in days.

What the hell is going on with me?

I clenched my fists at my sides, jaw tightening as I stood before them.

It made no sense.

None of this did.

Why was this stranger—this lady—making me feel like the ground beneath me had shifted?

And why, for the first time in days...

Did I feel like Olivia was standing right in front of me?

Damien planted a kiss on her cheek before turning to face us.

"Lennox, Levi, Louis. Meet Rebecca, my wife," he introduced.

My eyes were still fixed on the strange woman. She smelled nothing like Olivia—but strangely, her scent of vanilla mixed with roses was comforting... it gave me the same feeling Olivia’s scent always gave whenever she was close.

The lady bowed slightly, respectfully.

"Greetings," she said.

Neither I nor my brothers said a word.

We just stood there, staring at the woman a few feet away. She looked like she was from India, with her long black hair and sharp features. But even though she was a stranger, something about her felt familiar.

Damien’s voice broke the silence.

"I’m sorry to hear about Olivia," he said, sounding sympathetic—and it annoyed me.

Levi’s jaw clenched, his voice cold as ice.

"You should be thanked for that, shouldn’t you?" he snapped. "Wasn’t it you who helped her leave in the first place?"

Damien raised a brow, unbothered.

"You shouldn’t blame me," he replied smoothly. "If you three had treated her like real men—like true mates—she wouldn’t have rejected you to begin with."

The words hurt... but he was right.

"I’ll excuse myself," Damien continued casually, completely unbothered. He slid an arm around Rebecca’s waist again, possessive and controlling.

"It’s been a long trip. My wife needs rest."

With that, he turned and began to lead her up the stairs.

Her steps were graceful but slow. She didn’t look back—but I wished she did.

I needed her to look back.

I just wanted to look into her eyes again.

We stood frozen, watching them disappear down the hall.

The moment they were out of sight, I turned to my brothers.

They turned too.

All of us silently shaken.

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