Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 235: A message

Lennox’s POV

"Lennox... son... wake up."

I felt a gentle tap on my arm, and my eyes slowly fluttered open. At first, everything was blurry, but then I saw her—an old woman sitting at the edge of my bed. I blinked hard, confused... until her face became clearer. My heart jumped.

"Great-grandmother?" I whispered, staring at her in shock.

A warm smile spread across her face, that same smile I had always remembered.

"Yes, it’s me, Nox," she said, using the nickname she always called me when I was little.

I wanted to smile back... but something didn’t feel right. She had died. I was only ten years old when we buried her. The last time I saw her was after her funeral—when I cried myself to sleep holding her scarf.

So why was I seeing her now?

Almost like she read my mind, she reached out and gently patted my hand.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart. This is a dream. Just a dream."

I let out a slow breath and nodded. Somehow, her touch still felt real.

"But... why are you here?" I asked quietly. "Why now?"

Her eyes softened. "Because you’re about to discover something," she said gently. "Something important."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice tense.

She looked down for a moment, then back at me. "Something is coming, Lennox. Something that will shake you and your brothers. It will hurt... it will break you for a while."

I swallowed hard, dreading her next words.

"But don’t be afraid," she added softly. "It was meant to be. It’s part of your destiny. Everything you’re going to find out—was always written for you."

I frowned deeply. "What is it? Tell me now."

She smiled faintly and shook her head. "You’ll find out tomorrow night. When the time is right."

That answer made my chest tighten. But deep down, I knew I couldn’t force more from her. So instead, I looked at her... really looked at her. And the emotion hit me all at once.

"I missed you," I whispered, my voice cracking. "If you were still here, maybe... maybe things wouldn’t be so hard."

She reached up and brushed my cheek with her thumb. "It was time for me to go, Nox. I lived a full and fulfilled life. And where I am now... I’m at peace."

I closed my eyes, trying not to cry.

"And your great-grandfather Nathan says hi," she added with a smile.

At the mention of him, I broke. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away. I hadn’t heard his name in years. I could almost see his face again—his strong voice, his stories by the fire. They both used to mean everything to me.

"I miss him too," I whispered.

"I know," she said gently. "But we’re always with you. Watching. Guiding."

She leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "Be strong, Lennox. Take care of your brothers. And whatever happens tomorrow... don’t let it destroy you."

I blinked again, and just like that... she began to fade.

"No... wait," I called out, reaching for her. But she was already gone.

And I woke up.

My room was dark and quiet —but my heart felt heavy. I sat up, breathing hard. I looked at the time—3 a.m. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I pushed myself out of bed. My chest felt tight. I couldn’t sit still, not after that dream. Not after seeing her.

What did she mean? Something that would shake us? Something that would break us? Why tomorrow night?

I paced my room slowly, running a hand through my hair. My great-grandmother hadn’t appeared to me since her funeral. I was just a boy then—mourning her in silence, hugging her scarf like it could bring her back. But now... she came with a message. A warning.

The thoughts kept racing in my head, twisting and turning, refusing to settle. Before I knew it, the dark sky outside had begun to lighten. Dawn was here. But the weight in my chest hadn’t lifted.

Still restless, I left my room and walked outside. The morning was cold, quiet... but not silent. People were already moving around the courtyard. Setting up. Arranging white flowers. Covering tables with white cloth. Funeral preparations.

My chest ached. I didn’t stop to respond to the greetings. My feet just moved on their own... carrying me to the only place I could think of: the family cemetery.

It wasn’t far. Just behind the eastern woods—built long ago for royal bloodlines. I walked past rows of familiar names. Uncles. Aunts. Alphas. Betas. Warriors. And then I found it.

Her grave. Great-grandmother Hailee. Her stone was elegant and simple, just like she had been. Right beside her was great-grandfather Nathan’s. noveldrama

I stood between them, swallowing the lump in my throat. Then... I noticed something else. A fresh grave. Already dug. The soil piled beside it. The name on the temporary wooden plaque made my knees weak.

Olivia Parker.

I took a sharp breath and looked away. I wanted to fall to my knees. I wanted to scream. But I didn’t. I stood still... biting down every emotion... every ounce of grief and confusion.

And then I heard footsteps behind me. I turned. It was my father. Of all people, I didn’t expect him here. Not this early. Not at the graves. He stopped beside me, looking down at the tombstones with a faraway look in his eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

He didn’t look at me. "I... saw her last night."

I frowned. "Who?"

He turned slowly and met my eyes. "My grandmother. Hailee."

My heart dropped. "You saw her too?" I asked, shocked.

He nodded slowly. "First time since her funeral."

My throat tightened. "What did she say to you?"

But instead of answering, he looked away again. His jaw clenched, and his hands balled into fists at his side.

"I... I can’t say," he muttered.

"What do you mean you can’t say?" I asked, confused and frustrated.

He shook his head. "It’s personal."

He looked as if he wanted to say more. But whatever it was—he wasn’t ready. Or maybe... too afraid.

I frowned, looked back at Olivia’s grave and swallowed hard. Something was coming. And none of us were ready for it.