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.

swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. "Why?" I whispered.

tone dark and laced with frustration, "I'd burn the whole damn world before I let you die.

furrowed my brows. What was

over me, but the familiar smell of Lennox

and Louis. I was already dressed, but Louis wasn't, he was still bare

expression unreadable, but the

flicked to Louis, still

he said, his voice dangerously low. "What the

still taste Louis on my lips, still feel the 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

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

the border and straight

could tell he wanted to say more, but he

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

my way back, I could hear Louis's steps behind me, while Lennox was ahead,

I hated this.

made me feel—torn, confused,

way my lips still tingled from Louis's

hated the way Lennox's anger felt

slightly, but I forced myself to keep moving. The scent of the pack house grew stronger—a reminder that I couldn't just disappear into the night, no matter how much

My wolf was still purring at

away the lingering heat of the night, I wrapped a towel

was sitting

before I masked my