Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 267: Start Talking

Lennox’s POV

"They cut it off. Thinking it was Olivia’s dead body. And then... Gabriel had it placed at your border, for you three to see."

Rage like nothing I’d ever felt before surged through me. My wolf growled inside my head, demanding I rip Damien apart right there. But I held myself back.

Damien kept talking like he couldn’t see we were seconds from tearing him apart.

"I told Olivia I would only help her escape Gabriel if she agreed to have a change of face... and act as my wife."

My jaw clenched. My fists curled so tightly, I felt my nails pierce skin.

"She agreed," he went on, almost casually. "The plan was simple. Take her in as my wife so the council would stop pressuring me to marry—while I still continued my search for Sofia." He cast a quick glance at Sofia, who was now sitting silently on the couch, shoulders shaking as she sobbed quietly.

"My plan would’ve worked," he added coldly. "If not for the threats I started receiving. That’s why I brought her here... and well, I believe you know the rest."

A heavy silence filled the room. No one spoke. No one moved. Until I did. I took a slow, threatening step forward, my eyes locked on him with pure, blistering hate.

"You’re evil," I said coldly. "You didn’t just trick us. You didn’t just rip her away from us..."

My breath came out ragged.

"You made her reject us."

He opened his mouth slightly, but I didn’t let him speak.

"You knew she was in danger. You knew people were hunting her. You knew she needed help. But instead of telling us—you used it." I took another step. "You used it for your own twisted revenge. For your selfish plan. You took her pain and made it part of your fucking strategy."

Damien looked away, but I didn’t stop.

"You don’t get to act like the hero now just because you kept her alive. You still broke her. You broke us. And for that..."

I stepped right up to him now, my face inches from his.

"You’ll pay."

And I meant every word.

Damien frowned. "I knew I did wrong, but I was also trying to protect her...

"She didn’t ask you to," Louis barked.

"I don’t get it," Levi muttered, drawing my attention to him. His brows were furrowed in pain and confusion. "Why didn’t Olivia tell us? She had so many chances to."

"Because I threatened her not to," Damien cut in.

My head snapped back to him.

"There was a bracelet wrapped around her wrist," he said. "That bracelet suppressed her wolf... her scent... even her life. It was enchanted. If she disobeyed me, if she spoke a word—"

He didn’t get to finish.

I roared and launched at him.

We crashed to the floor with a loud THUD, my fists swinging before anyone could stop me.

"You fucking bastard!" I screamed, punching him hard across the face. "You caged her! You silenced her!"

He tried to push me off, grunting as he braced against my weight, but now I was stronger—fueled by nothing but pure, unforgiving rage.

I didn’t care who he was anymore. I didn’t care that he was my uncle. He had touched what was mine. He had hurt Olivia in the worst possible way he could.

I landed another hit—then another—knuckles cracking against bone. My wolf howled inside me, blood pounding through my ears.

He shoved again, managing to shift beneath me slightly, but I slammed him right back down.

"You let her suffer!" I shouted. "You knew! And you still—!"

"ENOUGH!" Father’s voice thundered across the room.

A pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind, yanking me off Damien and dragging me back.

"Let me go!" I snarled, and yanked myself away from his grip. I turned around and glared at my father. "You better start talking too," I snapped, my chest heaving, "because I swear, if you don’t—I’ll forget you’re my father."

"Yes, Father." Levi stepped closer. "You and Mother should start talking, and we want the absolute truth."

Father didn’t speak at first. He stood there, silent. His face was hard to read, his jaw clenched, his brows drawn. But I could see the war behind his eyes. The weight of truth pressing down on him.

Finally, he exhaled slowly and looked at us.

"Like I said," he began quietly, "your great-grandmother... she had children with other men before she ended up with your great-grandfather."

The air tensed again. We already knew that.

Father’s eyes moved between us. "And Olivia is descended from those earlier children. From your great-grandmother’s first bloodline."

Despite hearing it for almost the fourth time, it still hurt to think that we were related to Olivia.

"Which families are we related to through Great-Grandmother Hailee?" I asked cautiously, not sure I wanted the answer.

He hesitated just for a second then said, "The Beckhams from the Nightshade Pack. And... the Blackwells from the Snow Moon Pack."

Silence fell again. I blinked. "The Blackwells?" I glanced at Levi, who looked just as stunned.

Louis stepped closer, his voice sharp. "You mean Great-grandfather Nathan’s cousin’s bloodline? Anthony’s Family?"

Father nodded slowly. "Yes. That one."

"But—" Levi’s voice caught. "That doesn’t make any sense. The Blackwells are related to us through our great-great-grandfather Dominic’s sister, who got married there. How did Great-Grandmother Hailee have a child for Great-Grandfather Nathan’s cousin?"

"It was complicated," Father said darkly.

We stared at him, stunned.

"Her life was complicated," he went on. "Your great-grandmother. There were secrets. A lot of pain. And even more betrayal. She went through things... things none of us ever fully understood. But eventually, she found her way back to your great-grandfather."

"But we already know all that," I snapped, frustration building in my chest. "We’ve heard the happy version a thousand times. We want the truth."

"Tell us," Louis added, stepping forward, "what caused the rift between us and the Beckhams. What created the enmity between our families?" noveldrama

Father looked at us, and by the shadow in his eyes, I knew... He was finally ready to tell the piece of the story they’d buried for generations.