Fated To Not Just One, But Three - Chapter 591

Chapter 591: Can’t Be
Olivia’s POV

My head was pounding.

Not a small ache. Not a dull throb.

It felt like someone had taken a hammer and struck my skull from the inside.

I groaned softly and turned my face into the pillow, squeezing my eyes shut. The room spun anyway. My mouth was dry. My body felt heavy. Wrong.

Slowly, I forced my eyes open.

The world came into focus in pieces. The curtains. The faint morning light. The familiar ceiling.

Then I saw him.

Kaine.

He was sitting in the chair near the wall, still, silent, watching me.

My heart jumped violently in my chest.

“What—” I croaked, my voice rough. “What are you doing here?”

He straightened immediately, like a guard caught out of position. “You woke up.”

I frowned, confusion sliding quickly into unease. Why was he in my room? Why did my chest feel tight just looking at him?

Then—

Memory hit.

Not all at once.

In fragments.

The drink.

The anger.

The grief.

His arms around me.

My lips on his.

Oh Moon.

I sucked in a sharp breath and pushed myself upright, the motion making my head throb harder.

“No,” I whispered. “No… no.”

My eyes flew to him, wide with shock. “What happened?” I demanded. “Last night—what did we do?”

He stood up slowly, carefully, like he was approaching something fragile. “Nothing happened,” he said quietly. “You drank too much. You were grieving. I stayed to make sure you slept.”

I stared at him.

My stomach turned.

Nothing happened?

Images flashed again—my hands on him, my mouth on his, calling him Lennox.

A sound tore out of my throat, halfway between a laugh and a sob.

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

I pressed my hands to my face, horror crashing down on me in waves.

How could I have done that?

How could I have thought—no, believed—that he was Lennox?

How could I have kissed another man?

My chest burned with shame.

I looked at him again, and this time disgust curled in my stomach. Not just at him.

At myself.

“Get away from me,” I said sharply.

He stopped where he was.

“You let me think you were him,” I snapped, my voice shaking. “You let me touch you. You let me—”

“I didn’t,” he said immediately. “I stopped it. You were drunk. I never took advantage of you.”

That didn’t help.

It made it worse.

I swung my legs off the bed, standing despite the dizziness. “I saw his body,” I said, my voice rising. “I buried him. I cried over him. How could I think you were him?”

I laughed again, broken and bitter. “Levi and Louis—”

I froze.

My blood went cold.

They must have felt it.

The bond.

The kiss.

They must have felt me kissing another man…

Fuck!

I felt sick.

I turned on Kaine, my fury flaring hot and sharp. “I never want to see you again.”

His jaw tightened, but he said nothing.

“You will never speak of this,” I continued. “Not to Levi. Not to Louis. Not to anyone. This never happened. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Luna,” he said quietly.

I swallowed hard. “You are reassigned. Immediately. I’ll give you another duty—far from me.”

He nodded once. “As you wish.”

The words felt like knives. I felt pained.

I wrapped my arms around myself, shaking. “Get out.”

He hesitated for half a second, then turned and walked to the door.

Before he left, he paused.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “For your pain.”

Then he was gone.

The door closed.

And I stood there alone, my heart in pieces.

What had I done?

I sank back onto the bed, my head in my hands, shame and grief tangling so tightly I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“I messed up,” I whispered to myself… How could I have kissed another man… How could I let myself feel so cheap…

Suddenly, the door to my room opened, and Levi walked in. Fear and panic gripped me. Was he here because he felt the kiss… because he felt me kissing Kaine? Shit. How do I explain this… How do I explain that I was drunk… I wasn’t myself, and for Kaine… he will be in a big mess. Levi and Louis will kill him for this.

Fear clenched my chest. I was ready for it.

The anger.

The shouting.

The accusation that he felt it.

I braced myself, my heart pounding so hard it hurt, my mind racing through a thousand explanations I would never be able to say out loud.

But Levi didn’t explode.

He didn’t snarl.

He didn’t glare at me like I had betrayed something sacred.

He just stood there.

Quiet.

Too quiet.

His eyes moved over me slowly, taking in my pale face, the way I was gripping the edge of the bed, the faint tremor in my hands.

Then he asked, calmly, “Did you drink last night?”

The question landed harder than any accusation could have.

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t.

My silence was answer enough.

Levi exhaled through his nose and shook his head once, frustration flickering across his face. “I told you not to,” he said. Not sharply. Not cruelly. Just… tired. “You haven’t touched alcohol in years, Olivia.”

I looked up at him then, my confusion cutting through the panic.

That was it?

That was why he was here?

Not because he felt something tear through the bond.

Not because he sensed betrayal.

Not because he knew.

Just… the drinking?

“You shouldn’t do this to yourself,” he continued, rubbing a hand down his face. “Grief doesn’t mean you get to destroy what’s left of you.”

I stared at him, my mind spinning.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t feel it.

Neither did Louis.

They should have.

The moment my lips touched Kaine’s, the bond should have reacted. There should have been pain. Shock. Something sharp and unmistakable that screamed wrong.

But there had been nothing.

And now Levi was standing here, angry—but not that angry.

How was that possible?

I swallowed hard, my voice barely steady. “You’re… you’re not angry about anything else?”

He frowned slightly. “Anything else like what?”

My heart skipped violently.

“No,” I said quickly. Too quickly. “Nothing.”

Levi studied me for a long moment, suspicion flickering—but not the kind I feared. This was concern. Worry. The kind that came from someone who thought he was watching me unravel, not betray him.

“You scared me,” he said finally. “You locked yourself away all day. Then one of the servants mentioned you asked for liquor.”

My stomach twisted.

“I’m not stopping you from mourning,” Levi continued, his voice quieter now. “I know you loved him. I know this hurts more than anything. But drinking yourself into oblivion isn’t honoring Lennox.”

The mention of his name sent a sharp ache through my chest.

“I know,” I whispered.

He stepped closer but stopped short, respecting the space between us. “I just… don’t want to lose you too.”

That broke something in me.

I looked away, blinking hard. “You won’t.”

Levi sighed. “Get some rest. Drink water. I’ll have the healer check on you later.”

He turned toward the door, then paused.

“And Olivia?”

I tensed.

“Yes?”

“Next time you feel like drowning,” he said quietly, “come find me. Or Louis. Don’t face it alone.”

He left without another word.

The door closed.

And I sat there, shaking.

He didn’t feel it.

They didn’t feel it.

Something is definitely wrong.

If Kaine wasn’t bound to me, then why did his presence feel so right?

Why did my wolf go quiet around him?

Why did his scent calm me faster than anything had since Lennox died?

And worse—

Why didn’t Levi or Louis feel anything at all?

I pressed my palms into my eyes, my head aching.

Something wasn’t adding up.

This wasn’t just grief.

This wasn’t just alcohol.

This was wrong in a way I couldn’t name yet.

And somewhere deep in my chest, a cold certainty settled in—

They should have felt it.

The moment my lips touched Kaine’s… the moment my heart reacted the way it had no right to… something should have snapped. The bond should have screamed. There should have been pain. Anger. A sharp warning that I had crossed a line I could never uncross.

But there had been nothing.

And that terrified me.

I pressed my palms to my temples, trying to calm the pounding in my head. My thoughts were a mess, tumbling over each other, refusing to line up.

This doesn’t make sense.

Slowly, I leaned back against the headboard and stared at the wall in front of me. The room felt too quiet, like it was listening.

Kaine is just a stranger, my mind whispered.

Then why did his presence feel so right?

Why did my wolf settle so easily around him?

Why did his scent calm me faster than sleep, faster than time, faster than anything since Lennox died?

My throat tightened.

“No,” I said aloud, my voice firm even as my chest ached. “No.”

I wasn’t going there.

I couldn’t.

Kaine was not Lennox.

He couldn’t be.

I had seen Lennox die.

I had watched his life leave his eyes.

I had held his cold hand.

I had cried until my chest burned and my voice was gone.

I had stood at his grave while the earth covered him, inch by inch, until there was nothing left to see but dirt and stone.

I saw his body.

I saw him decay.

That truth was carved into me.

My hands curled into fists on the bed.

“This is grief,” I whispered again, like saying it enough times would make it true. “This is my mind breaking.”

But my wolf stirred uneasily inside me.

What if it isn’t? She whispered.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

“No.”

You once changed your face, she pressed softly. You once hid who you were.

My breath caught.

That memory hit too close.

I had changed my face before.

I had hidden my identity to survive.

I had walked among people who didn’t know who I really was.

I shook my head hard, as if I could shake the thought loose.

“That’s different,” I muttered. “That was magic. That was strategy. That was—”

That was possible, my wolf finished.

My heart started to race again.

I pushed the thought away with everything I had.

“No,” I said louder. “Kaine can’t be Lennox. That’s impossible.”

Why would Lennox hide from me?

Why would he come back and pretend to be a guard?

The pain of those questions was too much.

I swung my legs off the bed and stood, even though the room tilted slightly. I walked to the window and pulled the curtain aside, letting the morning light spill in.

The world outside looked normal.

Peaceful.

My stomach twisted violently.

“No,” I whispered again, weaker now. “I won’t believe that.”

I straightened and wiped my face, forcing myself to breathe slowly.

Kaine was just a guard.

A man who reminded me of my mate because I was broken and hurting and desperate.

That was all.

That had to be all.

I turned away from the window and looked back at the room.

“I refuse,” I said firmly. “I refuse to believe it.”