Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 17: slapped

Chapter 17: slapped

Levi's POV

I couldn't eat, despite how delicious the meal looked on the table. My wolf was pacing angrily in my head, growling at the memory of last night—how we fucked Anita in front of Olivia.

I didn't know what had gotten into me or my brothers to let it happen. My case was understandable—I had my reasons. My hatred for Olivia had nothing to do with her father stealing; that wasn't my concern. I despised her for what she did to me, for what she said to me. That memory still burned in my mind, and I would make sure she suffered for it.

"Alpha Levi, you are not eating." Anita, who was seated beside me, spoke when she noticed I was picking at my meal. I sighed and looked at my brother's plate to see that, just like mine, their food was untouched. I narrowed my eyes at them as I wondered why they weren't eating, but before I could question it, I heard footsteps approaching the dining table.

"Mate!" My wolf was already perceiving her scent. Where I was seated, I groaned as the intoxicating smell of her hit my nose. Damn! Why does she have to smell this good?

I wasn't the only one affected. My brothers lifted their heads, all of us instinctively turning toward the door.

A second passed. Then another.

And then Olivia walked in.

I swallowed hard, expecting her to look broken, devastated, at the very least, after what happened last night. But she wasn't. She was composed, dressed like a Luna, walking with effortless grace, her head held high.

When she reached the table, she didn't say a word, nor did she acknowledge our presence. Rather, she pulled out a seat, the one right across from me—and sat down, totally ignoring us.

"Mate!" My wolf purred inside, captivated by her scent, but I put him at bay and exchanged glances with my brothers, who had the same expression as me.

"Olivia, courtesy demands that you pay respect to your Alphas by greeting them," Anita spoke up, her tone laced with arrogance.

Olivia slowly turned to her, her gaze narrowing. "Courtesy also demands that you, Anita, show respect by addressing me properly—with my title as Luna." Olivia shot back.

Anita let out a mocking chuckle, shaking her head. "You? Luna?" She scoffed. "Stop deceiving yourself, Olivia. You and I both know you're nothing to the Alphas. They married you out of obligation. But me?" She smirked. "I'm the one they love." She said, a victorious smile spread across her face.

I stared at Olivia and could tell Anita's words got to her, but

marry you. Men fight for the women they love. But you…" Olivia paused and smacked her lips.

and I exchanged glances, and for the first time, I saw hesitation in their eyes. Olivia's words had hit deep, not just for Anita but for all of

she sputtered, but Olivia remained unmoved, staring at her with cold

Strong, composed, fearless. Even after what happened last night, she sat there as if we hadn't shattered whatever fragile bond we had. My

Bitter that you're nothing but a duty to them. That even after marrying you, they still come to me." She leaned in, eyes glinting with cruel amusement.

to show some sign of hurt, but instead, she

know your place well. I should thank you." She tilted her head, amusement dancing in her

contorted in anger.

could feel his rage, though whether it was at

you, I don't have to beg for scraps of affection." Her eyes flicked toward me, then

stood so abruptly that her chair screeched

her wrist midair, her grip firm. The room went still. Anita gasped, struggling, but Olivia didn't let

again," Olivia said, her voice like ice. "I'm no longer an omega. I am

ripped her hand free, turning to us. "Are you seriously going to let her talk to me like this?" she demanded, her voice shrill

green eyes darkening. I saw the exact moment his patience snapped. Without a word,

Slap!

echoed in the dining room. Olivia's head snapped to the

anyone could notice. Olivia didn't cry out, didn't flinch—she only turned back slowly, her gaze

first time, I saw something in her eyes that sent an unexpected

Not anger. Not hatred.

darting between the three

slightly, as if he was processing what he had just done. This was the first time he had hit her—neither of us ever had. The entire room was deathly silent, except for the slight ringing in

swept over Lennox, then me, then Louis. There was no fear in them, no submission—only a cold,

asked again, her voice eerily calm.

wolf stirred uneasily. Something about the way she stood there, unwavering, made me feel… uncomfortable.