A Mate To Three Alpha Heirs-Chapter 69: Rennon’s Visions of Me

{Elira}

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The old archive building smelled faintly of dust and polished wood, its tall shelves lined with scrolls, tomes, and thick binders that looked like they hadn’t been opened in years.

But what surprised me the most wasn’t the silence or the grandeur of the place—it was seeing Rennon, already inside, waiting near a long wooden table.

He looked like he belonged there, calm and quiet in his fitted black turtleneck and ash-grey slacks, a stack of papers set to one side and two lunchboxes opened neatly in front of him.

The softest light from the narrow arched windows fell across his glasses.

When he saw me step in, he offered a small smile.

"Hi," I greeted, closing the door gently behind me.

"You’re right on time," he said. "How was your morning class?"

I walked closer and shrugged lightly, the edge of a smile tugging at my lips. "It was fine. Actually... Lennon took the class. He didn’t tell me he would."

Rennon raised a brow, amused. "That sounds like him. He thrives on surprise."

My gaze followed him as he motioned toward the table. I hadn’t paid attention before, but now I noticed—lunch was already perfectly arranged.

Two trays, filled with rice wrapped in nori, grilled vegetables, honey-glazed meat skewers, and a fruit salad that still looked fresh. And then... my eyes caught on something else.

A white, ridged box sat at the centre of the table, its lid open to reveal soft, padded cookies in pastel shades—pink, green, lavender, and lemon yellow. They looked almost too pretty to eat.

"Are those...?"

"Macarons," Rennon said gently, watching my expression. "Do you like them?"

I looked away from the sweets and met his gaze, my voice low. "I’ve... never actually tasted one."

He didn’t look surprised. Instead, he quietly stepped around the table and pulled a chair out for me. "Then it’s time you do. Come, sit."

I hesitated for a breath, then nodded and thanked him softly as I sat down.

He took the seat across from me. "Technically, eating in the archive is against the rules... but some days call for exceptions."

I smiled faintly. My stomach was already rumbling in appreciation.

"Try the macarons first," he encouraged.

I stared at the little cookies again, then slowly reached for the pink one. It felt light in my fingers, the shell delicate and smooth.

I hesitated for a second longer, then took a small bite.

It was sweet. Airy. The shell cracked lightly between my teeth, giving way to a soft filling that melted instantly on my tongue.

My eyes widened slightly at the burst of strawberry flavour.

Rennon smiled again, subtle and knowing. "You like it."

I nodded, chewing slowly. "It’s... really good."

"I will bring you more next time," he said, already making it sound like a promise.

And seriously, I wished he would. I’m sure Cambria will love these Macarons as well.

I was already thinking about how to pack the rest up and take it back with me so I could share it with Cambria and the others.

But first, I needed to build the courage to make such a request from Rennon, even though he would immediately approve, and even help me pack it up.

Rennon and I shared lunch in quiet companionship. The silence wasn’t awkward. It was... peaceful.

Every now and then I glanced up and found him already looking at me, his expression unreadable, but not unkind.

Finally, I found my voice. "C-can I take the macarons back with me?"

"Of course, you can, Elira," he said, already reaching for the box. He closed the lid and said, "You can take it with you when you’re leaving."

"Thank you," I said, meeting his warm gaze.

When we finished lunch, I instinctively began to reach for the empty containers, but Rennon was already ahead of me.

"I will handle this. Sit over there," he said, pointing to a reading bench near the tall windows.

I wanted to argue, but something in his tone made me stop. I stood up, walked over to the bench, and sat as he cleaned up quickly, packing the boxes with graceful efficiency.

There was no one like Rennon. Truly.

When Rennon returned, he strolled toward me and leaned slightly against the edge of a nearby shelf.

"Thank you," I said quietly. "That was... really thoughtful."

He nodded once. "I’m glad you came."

"Me too." Then I tilted my head. "So... you wanted to show me something?"

A soft sigh escaped him, and for the first time, I saw something faintly uncertain pass over his features.

"This," he said, gesturing around us, "is it."

"The archive room?" I asked, brows furrowing. I was seriously confused because there was definitely nothing interesting about here.

Perhaps he wanted me here to keep him company?

Rennon gave a small, thoughtful nod. "Yes. I had a vision... of you, here. Finding something important."

My heart skipped. "You had a vision?"

And then it clicked.

Cambria’s ability to dream and see visions of the present and the future. It turned out that Rennon had the same gifts.

In fact, this was his own supernatural ability.

I stared at him. "You can see the future."

"Sometimes," he replied like it wasn’t important. "Not always clearly. But this one... it felt strong. It felt like it mattered."

I didn’t know what to say. My fingers clutched lightly at the edge of the bench, thoughts whirling.

"You saw me find something here," I echoed. "What was it?"

He shook his head. "I don’t know."

I blinked. "Then... H-how will I know what I’m supposed to look for?"

His answer came without hesitation. "You will feel it. Or fate will guide you to it. Whatever it is—it’s connected to you."

I looked down, processing his words, then slowly lifted my gaze back to him.

Part of me was still stunned. Another part—deep, buried under my usual doubt—felt a flicker of something warmer.

Hope.

I was truly meant to be here.

I didn’t know what I was meant to find... but for the first time, I believed that maybe something was waiting for me.