Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 268: Confession

Lennox’s POV

"That was all that happened," Father said, finishing the shocking revelation. Dumbfounded, I exchanged gazes with my brothers. This was more than what we thought... this was more than an enmity. This was a lifelong hate between both families. No wonder Calvin had used a snake and a human to make his point.

Mother stepped forward then, her expression unreadable.

"That’s why," she said softly, "when Parker told your father which family Olivia came from... we thought it was best to separate you all." She looked down for a moment, guilt flashing across her face.

"So we forged the letters," she admitted. "But we didn’t bewitch them. We only forged the letters, and it worked. But the Moon Goddess played a cruel trick by mating her with you three anyway."

My heart clenched. She looked back up, her eyes heavy with regret.

"Since Alphas can’t reject their mate, your father had to pressure you into accepting the bond. And when you finally did, I told him we should respect it. You were married now. Fated. We had no choice but to live with it."

I blinked in shock.

"So you accepted Olivia?" Louis asked, a bit surprised.

Mother nodded. "Yes. Despite her bloodline. Despite everything. I accepted her."

I believed her. Mother was nice to Olivia at a certain time.

"I even wanted peace between you three," she said, almost whispering. "That was my intention. I truly wanted to fix things." She paused. And I could feel it—that drop in the air. Like the tension before a storm. Her lips trembled slightly.

"Until..." We all leaned in, instinctively bracing ourselves.

"Until Mr. Parker—Olivia’s guardian—reached out to us," she continued, "and warned that what we were doing wasn’t right." She took a breath.

"He said Olivia’s father, his best friend, would never rest in his grave if he knew we allowed a bond to form between our families. He reminded us of the hatred—of the danger. He said the Blackwells and our family were never meant to be connected. No link should ever exist."

My throat tightened.

"And that..." Mother said slowly, "was when your father and I became truly conflicted." She glanced at Father, who stood silent.

"Then Anita declared she was pregnant. I used that," she confessed. "I thought it was a good opportunity. A way to end the bond before something worse happened. I wanted you three to mark Anita and end your bond with Olivia. Not because I hated Olivia. I never did." She looked me right in the eyes now.

"It wasn’t her. It was the bloodline. The war. The fear. I didn’t want my sons to be caught in that again."

But it was too late. We were caught.

Mother continued. "We are so sorry, sons... we should have just told you three the truth, but we were worried that even with the truth, you three would still want her, so we did what we had to do."

I stared at her. At the woman who raised us. Who smiled through our victories... and stood tall in our defeats. And yet right now, all I could see was betrayal. Not the kind that bruised. But the kind that shattered.

A part of me wanted to scream. Another part wanted to break something. Instead, I clenched my fists and turned away, breathing through the rage that wanted to tear its way out of me.

"You should’ve trusted us," Louis finally said, his angry voice booming in the air. "You should’ve told us everything from the beginning!"

"We are sorry," Mother replied, but it only fueled my anger.

I turned to Father and glared at him. "What happened to Mr. Parker?" I demanded.

Father inhaled deeply before he spoke.

"As you know, he was accused of stealing one of the family heirlooms. It was found in his possession. He got arrested, but I didn’t believe it... I wanted to release him, but he strangely told me not to..."

I furrowed my brow... waiting for Father to continue.

"According to him, Olivia’s enemies are looking for him. Although they don’t know him, once they see him, they will know he is the one... they knew Olivia is still alive and they wanted her dead, so they have been looking for him in order to get to her, so he asked me if he could remain in the cell for now. I agreed to his request."

"Mr. Parker..." he continued, "asked one thing of me before he was taken." We listened closely. "He told me, if I truly cared about Olivia’s safety—even just a little—I should make his entire family Omega and let them stay in the packhouse. That way, she will be protected."

My frown deepened... so making Olivia and her mother Omega was Mr. Parker’s request. noveldrama

My mind reeled at the layers upon layers of secrets.

"But after a few years..." Father continued, "I couldn’t keep him in that prison any longer. It wasn’t right. He’d done nothing wrong. So I arranged his release."

My eyes narrowed. "But no one ever said he was freed..."

Father nodded slowly. "Because I faked his death."

I scoffed.

"He agreed to it," Father said quickly. "I smuggled him out and sent him to live in the city of humans. Somewhere far from our kind—where he could live without being hunted."

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

"And later on," Father added, "his wife joined him."

Silence filled the room again. So much deception. So many tangled lies.

Louis raked a hand through his hair. "All this happened under our nose, and we had no knowledge of it."

Father looked at us with guilty eyes. "Everything we did... everything I did... was for your best interest..."

I snarled and glared at him. "We didn’t ask you to... we never asked you to do any of the things you did," I spat angrily.

Mother stepped forward with tear-filled eyes. "Sons... please..."

"No!" Levi angrily cut her off. "Don’t even think of apologizing, Mother..." he said through gritted teeth.

I glared at my parents and felt nothing but anger and hate for them... if only they had told us everything in the beginning, things could have been better. We could have solved it ourselves, but no, they decided to control our lives, and in the process they ruined it.

"I have a question," Louis spoke, and I turned my attention to him. "You said you gave the letter to the guards who gave them to us. Was there anybody there?" Louis asked, and I understood where he was going. If our parents didn’t spell the letter as they claimed, then someone did it.

We all looked at Father, whose brow was furrowed as if he was trying to recall. Then he nodded. "YES... Anita’s father was there."

We all froze. Father’s words echoed in my head like a sudden, loud clap of thunder. "Anita’s father was there."

The room went deathly silent. Until Louis muttered the exact thing we were all thinking.

"He could’ve benefited from all of this."

"Of course he would," Levi growled. "If we had accepted Anita, her child would’ve become our heir."

"He had everything to gain from us staying away from Olivia," Louis added darkly. "Everything." My wolf stirred, growling low in my chest.

"Guards!" I barked toward the open door, my voice shaking the walls. Within seconds, two guards rushed in.

"Bring me Anita’s father. Now," I ordered sharply. "Drag him here if you have to."

They nodded and disappeared down the hall. The room remained tense—thick with all the questions that had no answers yet. Minutes later, the guards returned, practically dragging Anita’s father in. He stumbled forward, confusion all over his wrinkled face. "What is going on—?"

"Shut it," I snapped, stepping toward him with slow, threatening steps. "I’m not in a good mood." His eyes widened as I stopped inches from his face, every ounce of anger I felt leaking through my voice.

"I’m going to ask you a question," I said coldly. "And you will tell me nothing but the truth. Do you understand me?" He swallowed hard.

"Because if you dare to lie to me," I continued, my tone like a knife, "I will not only kill you..." I stepped closer, my voice dropping into a low growl. "...but I will wipe out your entire family." Gasps echoed behind me. I didn’t care. My fists were clenched. My eyes were burning. He trembled slightly under my glare.

"Now," I snarled. "Did you cast a spell on the letters sent to us? Did you enchant them—yes or no?"

His lips parted, but nothing came out. His eyes darted between me, my brothers... and then our parents.

"I—" he stuttered. "I can explain—"

"Yes or no!" I roared. He flinched. Then, finally, he nodded slowly. "Yes."