Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 28: Behind My Back

Chapter 28: Behind My Back

Lennox's POV

My wolf growled in irritation the moment I saw Anita kneeling there, naked, head bowed in submission like she had done so many times before. But this time, it didn't ignite anything in me.

Not even a flicker of desire.

I clenched my jaw, stepping inside and slamming the door shut behind me. The sound echoed through the room, making Anita flinch slightly before lifting her head. She was beautiful—objectively so. Long hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, flawless skin, curves that had once been enough to satisfy me. But as I stared at her now, all I saw was the glaring fact that she wasn't Olivia.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" My voice was cold, void of the amusement and desire I once had for her little games.

Anita smiled—a slow, sultry thing that had once made my blood heat. "I was waiting for you, Alpha," she purred, running her hands up her thighs. "I missed you. It's been too long."

I scoffed, raking a hand through my hair. "Get up, Anita."

She blinked, her smile disappearing. "What?"

"I said, get the fuck up." My patience was razor-thin, my mood still tangled in Olivia's scent, her taste, the way she had moaned my name even while trying to push me away.

Anita hesitated for a moment before slowly rising to her feet, her expression shifting from seduction to confusion. "I don't understand. You've never told me to stop before."

I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose. "Yeah, well, things change."

Her eyes darkened with something sharp. "This is about her, isn't it?"

I didn't answer.

She let out a bitter laugh, stepping closer, pressing her naked body against mine. "You think she's different?" she whispered, her lips brushing my jaw. "Are you developing a soft spot for that bitch?"

My hand shot up, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look at me. "Don't call her a bitch." My voice was lethal, every syllable dripping with venom.

Anita smirked, but there was pain behind her eyes. "No, she's worse. Because she doesn't even want you."

I stiffened.

She pressed her hands against my chest, trailing them down my stomach, her voice dropping into something almost pitying. "But I do."

For the first time in my life, I felt nothing.

Not even anger.

pulled her hands off me.

widened in shock.

said, get the

for a long moment, her lips parting like she wanted to say something, but then she huffed, grabbing her

where I become your mistress. Are

I frowned.

Lennox, I hope you're not trying to go

have fucked me the way you wanted. In your room, in the

wolf growled, my

me now. Tomorrow, I become your concubine—whether you like it or not,"

rubbing a hand down my face. But no amount of deep breaths could calm

still

was still on my

hated that I wanted

door to my room pushed open, and Levi and Louis

his eyes. "Anita just reported you to us…

myself to my feet. "Yeah. I wasn't in the mood. Anita acts

sharp eyes flicked over me as he moved closer. His

"You reek," he muttered.

hand through my hair. "Of what? Sweat?

His voice was clipped, laced

tensed, my wolf baring its teeth in warning. Louis took another step closer, his jaw clenched so tightly I could hear his

he said, his tone deceptively calm, "why the fuck do

crossing my

because you were frowning at me when you found out I kissed her. Acting all

eyes darted between us, his brows furrowing, but he stayed

forward, towering over Louis, my voice dropping into a dangerous growl. "And what

bitterly. "You're a fucking hypocrite, Lennox. You act like you don't want her, yet you go behind

finger into his chest. "Says the man I caught kissing

with tension. "But now you want to question me?" I jabbed a finger into his chest again, stepping even closer. "You don't get to

mocking chuckle. "Moral high ground? That's rich coming from you. You wanted

it out for

His nostrils flared, his hands

was the youngest among us, but

The room filled with raw, crackling tension, and I could

us apart with enough force to send

enough!" he snapped, his voice sharp with

at each other, our chests rising and falling heavily, but neither of