Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 26: Jealous?

Chapter 26: Jealous?

Olivia's POV

It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was raw, desperate, furious. His mouth claimed mine with an urgency that sent a jolt through my entire body. Heat flared between us, burning away the cold night air.

I gasped against his lips, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue forcing past my lips—demanding, conquering. This kiss was different, so different from the one we shared at the altar. That kiss had been forced, a public display. But this… this was possessive, overwhelming, and undeniably my first real kiss.

His hands cradled my face as if trying to ground himself at this moment.

I hated him.

I hated him for kissing me like this. For making my body betray me.

For making me feel.

But I didn't stop him.

I kissed him back, matching his intensity, letting my anger, my pain, my frustration pour into it. If he wanted to shut me up, if he wanted to silence my words, then fine. But he would also feel every ounce of rage I had buried inside me.

As we kissed, Louis let out soft moans, and our wolves purred in delight. And me? It was a bittersweet feeling for me.

Louis broke the kiss first, his breath ragged as he pressed his forehead against mine.

"Stop saying you want to die," he muttered, his voice hoarse, filled with something that almost sounded like pain.

chest rising and falling with

and laced with frustration, "I'd burn the whole damn world before I let you die. I have to make you pay for what you did to me, and you can't do that if you're

What

but the

as his piercing gaze locked onto me and Louis. I was already dressed,

flickered between me and Louis, his expression unreadable, but the tension in his

flicked to Louis, still bare from

dangerously low. "What the hell

ghost of his touch on my skin. My

from the guards that Olivia ran into the woods, so I followed to make sure she didn't do something

his eyes at me. "What did she do?" he asked, his piercing

past the border and straight into the

he wanted to say more, but he simply turned around and began walking

I exchanged glances. He frowned at me but said nothing as he

made my way back, I could hear Louis's steps behind

I hated this.

hated how they made me

the way my lips

most of all, I hated the way Lennox's anger

faltered slightly, but I forced myself to keep moving. The scent of the pack house grew stronger—a reminder that

My wolf was still purring at the intense kiss Louis and I shared, but I pushed my

I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped back into my

sitting on

second before I masked my