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.

rising and falling with uneven breaths. "Why?" I

the whole damn world before I let you die. I have to

What was he

I could ask, the rustling of leaves caught my attention. A wave of panic washed over me, but the familiar smell of Lennox hit my

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

his expression unreadable, but the

lips, then flicked to Louis, still bare

he said, his voice dangerously low. "What the

lips, still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin.

so I followed to make

his piercing gaze fixed on me so intensely that I had

border and straight into

could tell he wanted to say more, but he simply turned around and

he started getting dressed. Ignoring him, I turned and followed

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

I hated this.

made

my lips still tingled

way Lennox's anger felt

keep moving. The scent of the pack house grew stronger—a

purring at the intense kiss Louis and I shared,

of the night, I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped back into

sitting on

for a split second before I masked my surprise.