Fated To Not Just One, But Three

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.