Olivia smiled a big, bright smile.
“I have to go now, dear… I’ll call tomorrow, okay? Be a good girl for me, alright?”
Olivia nodded. “Yes, darling. I will.” 1
My heart sank, and the call ended.
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Lennox’s POV 1
The line went dead, and with it, so did a part of me.
She smiled after the call ended. A full, bright smile. Like nothing was wrong
Like she hadn’t just taken a dagger and stabbed it straight into my soul wit those three damn words.
“I love you, Gabriel.”
The sound of it kept echoing in my head, looping like a curse I couldn’t exorcize.
Olivia sat back, finally relaxed for the first time since she woke up. Her hands weren’t trembling anymore. Her breathing was even. She even gave a soft hum like she felt… safe.
Because of him.
She stretched slightly, then looked up at us like a doe blinking away the rain. “I’m… hungry,” she said, rubbing her stomach gently. “Could I… have something to eat, please?”
Nora and Lolita immediately stepped forward. “Of course. We will prepare something for you.”
She smiled at them. “Thank you.”
I watched her in silence. She wasn’t shaking anymore. The fear had passed.
Her walls had lowered.
And I-fool that I am-saw that as a chance.
I stepped closer, dragging the nearest chair out and sitting across from
She didn’t flinch. That was something.
She looked at me curiously. “You are Lennox, right?” she asked.
The words burned like acid.
I forced a smile, even though my jaw ached from how hard I was clenchin it. “Yeah. I’m Lennox.”
She tilted her head, studying me with soft sea-blue eyes that held no recognition-no sign of connection. Just empty curiosity. “You’re quiet.”
I shrugged. “I was just… thinking.”
She nodded. “I’ve been thinking too. About everything. About why I’m here It’s strange, but… Gabriel said I’m safe. So, I’ll trust you.”
Her trust-given to me, but only because of him.
I cleared my throat. “Can I ask you something?”
She blinked. “Sure.”
“What’s the last thing you remember before waking up here?”
Her expression softened. A dreamy smile touched her lips.
“I remember… lying with Gabriel. We’d made love. He held me so tightly, like I’d disappear if he let go. I remember falling asleep with his arms around me….” She gave a little laugh, almost bashful. “Then I woke up in a strange bed. Alone. And here I am.”
I couldn’t breathe.
My body went cold.
How the hell did such memories make up in her head? An event that never happened!
I felt my heart sink. I looked away quickly, afraid she’d see it in my eyes.
Suddenly, Levi walked forward, holding a mirror toward her. “Look at the left crook of your neck and tell me how many marks you see.”
Olivia took the mirror from Levi with a puzzled expression, her brows slightly furrowed. She tilted her head, brushing aside the strands of her hai as she examined the left crook of her neck..
Then her lips parted.
Her fingers froze against her skin.
“One… two…” she murmured. Then her voice faltered. “Three?”
She turned to us, confusion darkening her features. “Why do I have three mate marks?”
Her eyes searched our faces, panic creeping into them again. “I remember only having one mark. What-what does this mean?”
Levi stepped forward, his mouth opening as if to speak.
“Olivia-“
“No.” My voice was low but firm, stopping him. “Don’t.”
Levi looked at me, his face twisted in conflict. “I can’t pretend, it’s killing me,” he said through mind link.
“Not now,” I said, my voice sharp through the mind link. “We can’t risk overwhelming her.”
Olivia’s gaze ping-ponged between us, confusion deepening.
I exhaled slowly, forcing calm into my tone. “It’s possible Gabriel marked you again. Sometimes, when wolves have strong bonds, the mark can… intensify. Multiply. Maybe you were injured, and he had to mark you again to strengthen the bond.”
She blinked, trying to process that. “So….the other two are also from him?”
“Could be,” I lied through my teeth, praying she’d believe it.
She seemed to relax slightly, nodding slowly. “Okay… that makes sense. I guess. It just… surprised me, that’s all.”
I nodded stiffly. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”
Just then, the door creaked open.
Anita stepped inside with her annoying presence, her eyes scanning the room before they landed on Olivia. “What is this I’m hearing?”
Olivia’s eyes widened, then narrowed slightly. She looked at us, her eyes filled with curiosity. “Is she your wife?”
My jaw clenched.
Levi’s and Louis’ too.
At the exact same time, we all said, firmly-“No.”
Anita blinked, clearly not expecting that.
“She’s not our wife. Never was. Never will be,” I said, my voice colder than I intended.
Olivia glanced between us and Anita, “But she has your marks.”
Levi crossed his arms. “She is our concubine.”
Anita huffed, but I shot her a warning glare, daring her to speak.
Olivia frowned, clearly still confused. “You guys are not married yet?” she asked, her questioning gaze fixed on us.
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