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.

falling with uneven breaths. "Why?" I whispered. "Why

dark 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

What was

of panic washed over me, but the

me and Louis. I was already dressed, but Louis wasn't,

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

then flicked to Louis, still bare from the shift, before his

he said, his voice dangerously low. "What the hell is

his touch on my skin. My body

heard from the guards that Olivia ran into the woods, so

"What did she do?" he asked, his piercing gaze fixed

the border and straight into the

in annoyance and shot me a glare. I could tell he wanted to say more, but he simply turned

exchanged glances. He frowned at me but said nothing as he started getting dressed. Ignoring him, I turned and followed

way back, I could hear Louis's steps behind

I hated this.

hated how they made me feel—torn,

way my lips still tingled from

the way Lennox's anger felt like a blade

to keep moving. The scent of the pack house grew stronger—a reminder that I couldn't just disappear into the night, no

room. My wolf was still purring at the intense

heat of the night, I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped back into my room, only to

sitting

I masked my surprise. Why hadn't I sensed