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.

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

fingers still tangled in my hair. "Because, Olivia," he said, his tone 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 that if

brows. What was he

attention. A wave of panic washed over me, but the familiar smell of Lennox hit my nose, announcing his

locked onto me and Louis. I was already dressed, but Louis wasn't, he was still bare from the

Louis, his expression unreadable, but the tension in his stance

my swollen lips, then flicked to Louis, still bare from

dangerously low. "What the

I could still taste Louis on my lips, still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin. My body

woods, so I followed to make

she do?" he asked, his

border and straight into the Shadows Pack's

glare. I could tell he wanted to say more, but he simply turned

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

Louis's steps behind me,

I hated this.

they made

the way my lips still tingled from Louis's

of all, I hated the way Lennox's anger felt like a blade

faltered 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

up to my room. My wolf was still purring at the intense kiss Louis and I shared, but

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

was sitting

widened for a split second before I masked my surprise. Why hadn't I sensed his