Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 4: sharing

Chapter 4: sharing

Lennox's POV

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as neither my brothers nor I spoke. The tension was thick, almost suffocating. An uneasy feeling settled in my chest as my thoughts drifted to Olivia—to the pain she might be going through. A part of me wanted to stop the punishment, to let it go. But if I did, it would show weakness, a soft spot for her. And I didn't want that. I couldn't afford that. Not after what she did to me.

"I wonder what she plans to do with all the things she stole," Levi spat, his voice sharp with anger, breaking the silence.

I turned to look at him, noticing the anger in his eyes. He was just as pissed as I was.

"Maybe she has a boyfriend she plans to give them to," Louis grunted.

The mere thought of that sent a sharp, uncomfortable pain through my chest, but I shoved it down and stood abruptly. "Tell the guards to search her things. Perhaps they're still in her room."

Without waiting for a response, I left the room, heading back to mine.

The mess I had created in my earlier frustration still littered in my room—broken glass, overturned furniture, scattered papers. I ignored it and walked straight to the minibar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. Uncorking it, I took a long swig, feeling the burn slide down my throat.

With a sigh, I sank onto the bed, but no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept drifting back to Olivia. The punishment she was enduring on the rooftop. I glanced at the window—the sun was scorching.

"If you're so worried about her, then stop the punishment." My wolf's voice rumbled in my head.

I clenched my jaw. "Why should I? Did she think about how I felt years ago when she hurt me? When she said those things?"

The door to my room pushed open, and Anita stepped inside. Her brows furrowed as she took in the mess in my room before her gaze landed on the whiskey bottle in my hand.

"Lennox, are you drinking because of the missing necklace?" she asked, concern lacing her voice.

I swallowed hard. No. The necklace wasn't why I was drowning myself in whiskey. It was Olivia. But I couldn't say that to Anita.

"Yes. It was a gift for you," I murmured instead.

Anita sighed and walked closer, kneeling before me. Gently, she took the bottle from my hand and placed it aside before looking directly into my eyes.

"You don't have to do this to yourself over a necklace. You can always get me another one, right?" she said, her voice soft, comforting.

And she was right. Money wasn't the issue. My brothers and I were the sons of the richest Alpha in the world and soon to be Alphas. A stolen diamond necklace shouldn't be enough to put me in this mood.

"Or..." Anita tilted her head, her gaze searching mine. "Is there something else bothering you?" Anita asked, raising a suspicious brow.

I quickly shook my head.

She studied me for a moment before a slow smirk curled her lips. "I know exactly what you need."

Before I could ask what she meant, she reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, letting the fabric fall to the floor. My gaze traveled over her exposed skin, the smooth curves of her body.

"Come on," she whispered, her voice sultry. "Let me help you take out your frustration."

I said nothing as she unclasped her bra, letting it slide off her shoulders. Then, she moved closer, pressing her body against mine. Her hands traced down my chest, her fingers slowly unbuttoning my shirt before pushing it off.

"Use me, Lennox," she breathed, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. "Pour all your anger into me. Take what you need."

A dark hunger stirred inside me—the need to lose myself, to forget everything—even if just for a moment. I grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her into a bruising kiss. She gasped against my lips, but I didn't slow down. I pushed her back onto the bed, climbing over her, my body pressing her into the mattress. I ran hungry and angry kisses all over her body before pulling away and standing before her.

for me. Her smirk was teasing, her eyes dark with anticipation. She knew what I wanted—what I needed—and she was more than

clink, and I shoved my pants down, my cock already hard and aching. I crawled onto the bed, grabbing Anita's ankles and

she purred, but I

make her gasp. "Shut up," I growled, watching her

tightened my grip just a

flipping her onto her stomach in one swift motion. She barely had time to brace herself before I yanked her up onto her knees, positioning her exactly how

shiver under my touch. "You're wet already," I noted darkly, dragging my fingers through her

against me,

wasn't

her hair, yanking her head back as

gripping the sheets. "Please, Master," she gasped.

was all

I slammed into her, making her cry out. I didn't give her time to adjust—I didn't want to. I set a brutal pace from the start, pounding into her relentlessly. The bed frame creaked beneath us, the sound of skin slapping against

I pulled her back against me, keeping her exactly where I wanted. My grip on her hips was bruising, my nails digging into her flesh as I

you belong to?" I

voice breaking with pleasure. "Only

darkly. "Damn

her hair and pressed her chest down onto the mattress, driving deeper into her. My control was slipping, my wolf growling as I fucked

shuddering beneath me, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. Not until I

I wasn't done

room as I drove into her relentlessly. But no matter how hard I took her, no matter how much she screamed

Because it wasn't her.

a different picture. It wasn't Anita's dark hair spilling over her shoulders—it was Olivia's. It wasn't

she arched her back, pressing against me. But for a moment, I didn't hear

violent need surged through me. I pulled out of her suddenly, making her whimper at the loss. Before she

ordered, my voice rough

positioning herself before sinking onto my cock with a moan. Her head

teeth, my hands gripping her hips tightly as she

I was watching Olivia.

in breathless pleasure. It was her soft skin beneath my hands, her

I drove my hips up hard, making Anita cry

be shy? Would she try to fight the pleasure, or

my name, her nails dragging down my chest as she

low, possessive growl rumbled from my chest. Olivia wasn't supposed to be in my head like this. She wasn't supposed to be the one I craved. I hated her. She had hurt me, but I couldn't stop thinking

matter how many times I fucked Anita or anyone else, no

rode me harder, chasing her release. My

here. Not

With Olivia.

see her—imagine the way her body would tremble above me, the way her lips would part in a gasp as she took me deep.

her body

I was too.

I sent her over the edge. Her body clenched around me as she cried out, shuddering in

into the condom as I buried myself deep inside her. My breathing

silence filled the room, broken only by Anita's soft

out of her. My body was still humming with satisfaction,

Because it wasn't Olivia.

It never was.

her fingers lazily trailing down my chest. "Damn, that was hot," she