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.

on the bed, her legs spread, her body on full display for me. Her smirk was teasing, her eyes dark with anticipation. She knew what I wanted—what I needed—and she

with a sharp clink, and I shoved my pants down, my cock already hard and aching. I crawled onto the bed, grabbing Anita's ankles and yanking her closer, making her

purred, but I wasn't in the mood for her

make her

I tightened my grip

released her throat and grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach in one swift motion. She barely had time

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

whimpered, pressing back against me, silently

wasn't

yanking her head back as I aligned myself with her entrance. "Beg for it," I

the sheets. "Please, Master,"

all

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

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

do you belong to?" I growled,

her voice breaking with pleasure.

smirked darkly.

driving deeper into her. My control was slipping,

stop. I

wasn't done

into her relentlessly. But no matter how hard I took her, no

Because it wasn't her.

picture. It wasn't Anita's dark hair spilling over her shoulders—it was Olivia's. It wasn't Anita's moans filling my ears—it was Olivia's breathless whimpers, the way I

gasped, her voice breaking with pleasure as she arched her back, pressing against me. But for a moment,

suddenly, making her whimper at the loss. Before she could protest, I flipped onto

ordered, my voice rough with

down, positioning herself before sinking onto my cock with a

as she began to move. But I wasn't watching

I was watching Olivia.

it was her above me, her red lips parted in breathless pleasure. It was her soft skin beneath my

growled, my grip tightening. I drove my hips up hard, making Anita cry

look like this? Would she be shy? Would she try to fight the pleasure, or would

her whimpering my name, her nails dragging down my chest as she came

this. She wasn't supposed to be the one I craved. I hated her. She had hurt me, but I couldn't stop thinking

tried, no matter how many times I fucked Anita or anyone else, no one could take her

her release. My grip on her hips was firm,

Not

With Olivia.

her lips would part in a gasp as she took me deep. My control slipped at the thought, my grip tightening

Anita gasped, her body

I was too.

cried out, shuddering in pleasure. The sensation pushed me past my limit, and with a low growl, I let

me, my release spilling into the condom as I buried myself deep inside her. My breathing was heavy, my chest rising

the

pulled 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