Fated To Not Just One, But Three - Chapter 592

Chapter 592: Discovery
Olivia’s POV

TWO DAYS LATER

It had been two full days since I last saw Kaine.

Not that I cared.

That was what I kept telling myself.

Yet the feeling wouldn’t go away.

It sat low in my stomach, heavy and restless, like something unfinished. Like a knot pulled too tight. Ever since I reassigned him to front-door duty, everything felt off. And that annoyed me more than it should have.

I tried to drown myself in work.

Council matters. Pack reports. Meetings I barely listened to. I checked on the boys constantly—Liam most of all—watching him laugh with Leon and Leo, watching him pretend he was okay. I smiled for them. I praised the servants. I acted like a Luna who had everything under control.

But the moment I was alone, the pain and heartbreak pressed me. I cried in my sleep and in my bed, wishing all this was a dream.

I hadn’t seen Kaine in the corridors. Not near my room. Not outside the boys’ quarters. Not once had I felt that strange, steady presence that always made my chest tighten before I noticed him.

Good, I told myself.

That was the point.

And yet—

That night, as dusk settled over the pack and the sky darkened into deep blue, I found myself pacing my room without realizing it. I stopped by the window, staring down at the courtyard, my fingers curling into the fabric of my sleeve.

Why did this feel like loss?

I shook my head sharply.

This was ridiculous.

He was just a guard.

A mistake.

A reminder of things I needed to forget.

Still, when I finally left my room to get some air, my steps carried me forward without thought. Past the inner halls. Past the stairs.

Toward the front doors.

I froze halfway there.

What am I doing?

I almost turned back.

Almost.

But the uneasy pull in my chest only grew stronger, so I forced myself to keep walking, my expression calm, my posture composed. A Luna taking an evening walk. Nothing more.

The front hall was quiet, lit by torches and soft moonlight filtering through the high windows.

And there he was.

Kaine stood at his post near the entrance, hands clasped behind his back, armor clean, posture straight. He looked exactly like he always did—calm, controlled, unreadable.

But seeing him again hit me like a punch to the chest.

Something inside me twisted painfully.

He noticed me immediately.

Of course he did.

His head dipped in a respectful bow. “Luna.”

Silence fell between us.

It stretched.

Uncomfortable.

Heavy.

I hated that he wasn’t looking at me the way he used to—quietly attentive, steady. Now his gaze was fixed forward, distant, like a wall I had ordered him to build.

Good, I told myself again.

This is good.

But my wolf stirred uneasily, pacing inside me like she didn’t agree.

“How are the shifts?” I asked, just to fill the silence.

“Quiet,” he answered. “No disturbances.”

Another pause.

I searched his face without meaning to. He looked tired. Not weak—never that—but there were shadows under his eyes I didn’t remember seeing before.

Guilt pricked at me.

I pushed it down.

“You will remain here until further notice,” I said coolly.

“As you wish, Luna.”

There it was again.

That phrase.

It scraped against something raw in my chest.

I turned away abruptly. “That will be all.”

I walked away before he could say anything else.

My heart was pounding far too fast by the time I reached the stairs.

What is wrong with me?

That night, sleep refused to come.

I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts spiraling despite my efforts to stop them. The kiss. The silence. The way Levi and Louis hadn’t felt anything. The way my wolf reacted to Kaine like she recognized him.

Like she trusted him.

“No,” I whispered into the darkness.

This meant nothing.

It couldn’t.

I had seen Lennox die.

I had buried him.

Kaine was not Lennox.

He couldn’t be.

Still… the thought wouldn’t stay buried.

And deep down, a question refused to let me rest.

If Kaine was just a guard—why did it feel like I had sent something precious away from me and locked the door behind it?

I pressed a hand to my chest, my breath uneven.

“I’m imagining things,” I told myself firmly.

“Are you sure you are imagining things?” my wolf snarled.

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, my imagination going wild… Is Kaine really Lennox? But why? Why would Lennox be Kaine? How the hell is that possible? I saw his decaying body.

I shook my head. There was only one way to end this madness.

One way to silence the voice in my head.

One way to prove—to myself, to my wolf—that I was not losing my mind.

I had to see it.

I had to see Lennox’s grave again.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered into the darkness of my room. “I have to do this.”

My wolf stirred uneasily, but she agreed to it.

Because somewhere deep down… she wanted the truth too.

I waited until midnight.

Until the pack slept.

Until the halls fell silent and the guards grew fewer, their attention dull with routine. I wrapped myself in a dark cloak, pulled the hood low, and slipped out of my room without summoning anyone.

This had to be done by my hands.

If I brought someone with me, I didn’t trust them to keep quiet.

The night air was cold as I crossed the grounds. Every step toward the graveyard felt intense, like the earth itself was trying to pull me back.

You saw him die, I reminded myself. You buried him. This is pointless.

Yet my feet kept moving.

Lennox’s grave stood where it always had—fresh earth, still not fully settled. They hadn’t sealed it yet. No stone slab. No cement. Just soil and a temporary marker with his name carved deep.

My throat burned.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered again as I knelt. “Forgive me.”

I found the shovel leaning against the tree nearby, left there after the burial. My hands trembled as I gripped the handle.

Then I started digging.

The first few shovels were easy.

The earth was loose, soft from recent work. Each thrust sent dull sounds into the night—scrape, thud, scrape. My breathing grew heavy as my arms began to ache.

I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

Dirt piled beside me, clinging to my clothes, my hair, my hands. Sweat broke out across my skin despite the cold. My heart hammered so loudly I was sure someone would hear it.

This is wrong, my mind screamed. This is cruel. You’re disturbing him.

Tears streamed down my face as I dug deeper.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered over and over. “I’m so sorry, Lennox. I just—I need to know.”

My arms burned.

My back screamed.

Then—

Thunk.

The shovel hit something solid.

I froze.

My breath caught painfully in my throat.

Slowly, carefully, I brushed away the dirt with shaking hands until the dark wood appeared beneath my fingers.

The coffin.

My heart felt like it stopped beating.

I stared at it for a long moment, my vision blurred by tears, my body trembling violently.

“This is it,” I whispered. “This ends now.”

I forced myself to move.

I forced my fingers beneath the lid.

Forced my strength to hold.

With a broken sob, I pushed.

The lid creaked as it shifted.

Then opened.

The scream never came.

Because my voice had disappeared.

Why?

Because the coffin was empty.

No body.

No bones.

No scent of decay.

Nothing.

Just dark, hollow space staring back at me.

I stumbled backward, falling into the dirt, my breath coming in short, broken gasps.

“No,” I whispered. “No… no, no, no.”

I scrambled forward again, my hands moving inside like I had somehow missed him.

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

The world tilted violently.

“I saw you,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “I saw you dead. I touched you. I cried over you.”

My chest burned like it was being torn open.

“That wasn’t a dream,” I said aloud, as if the night could argue with me. “That wasn’t a lie.”

My wolf rose fully now, her presence sharp and clear.

Then why is the grave empty?

I shook my head violently. “No. No, this doesn’t make sense.”

Images slammed into me all at once.

Kaine not submitting to Levi’s Alpha command.

His scent calming me instantly.

My wolf going silent around him.

The kiss—and the bond not reacting.

Levi and Louis feeling nothing.

My stomach dropped.

My hands began to shake harder.

“It can’t be,” I whispered.

But the truth was standing right in front of me.

Or rather—

Missing.

The coffin was empty.

Lennox had never been here.

A cold, terrifying realization settled into my bones.

“I didn’t bury you,” I whispered hoarsely.

My breath hitched as tears poured freely down my face.

“You were never here.”

My wolf’s voice was calm now. Certain.

You’ve already met him.

My chest tightened painfully.

“Kaine,” I whispered.

The name tasted different now.

He wasn’t a mistake.

He wasn’t a coincidence.

And suddenly, the question wasn’t if Kaine was Lennox.

It was—why would Lennox let me believe he was dead?

I covered my mouth with both hands as a sob tore free, my whole body shaking in the cold night beside an empty grave.

“You lied to me,” I whispered in pain.

And for the first time since Lennox “died,” I wasn’t grieving anymore.

I was afraid.

Afraid of why he was doing what he did.