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.

could tell Anita's words got to her, but she was doing her

to marry you. Men fight for

wiped clean. My brothers and I exchanged glances, and

fists, trembling with anger. "You—you little—" she sputtered, but Olivia remained

it—she looked like a Luna. Strong, composed, fearless. Even after what happened last night, she sat there as if we hadn't shattered

curling into a smirk. "You're just bitter, omega. Bitter that you're nothing but a duty to them. That even after marrying you, they

to show some sign of hurt, but instead, she laughed. A low, mocking sound that

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

contorted

tension like a blade, anger radiating through him. I could feel his

in her chair, her expression almost bored. "You see, Anita, unlike you, I don't have to beg for scraps of affection." Her eyes flicked toward me, then my brothers. "If you were truly loved, you wouldn't have

stood so abruptly that her chair screeched against the floor. "You bitch!" she spat, lifting her hand

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

suggest you never try that again," Olivia said, her voice like

hand free, turning to us. "Are you seriously going to let

snapped. Without a word, he

Slap!

to the side, her cheek instantly blooming red from

my throat, but I bit it back before anyone could notice. Olivia didn't cry out, didn't flinch—she only turned back slowly, her gaze meeting

her eyes that sent an unexpected chill

Not anger. Not hatred.

suddenly asked, her eyes darting between the three of us. "Who's next to slap

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

was no fear in them, no

that all?" she asked again, her voice eerily

feel… uncomfortable. Anita was