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.

her wrists and pulled her hands off me.

eyes widened

the fuck

left no room for argument. She stared at me for a long moment, her lips

is the ceremony where I become your

I frowned.

I hope you're not trying to go back

cruel smirk curling her lips. "You and your brothers have fucked me the way you wanted. In your room, in the

growled,

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

exhaled, rubbing a hand down my face. But no amount

Olivia was still on my

was still

hated that I wanted

pushed open, and

narrowed his eyes. "Anita just reported you to us… she said

sighed, pushing myself to my feet. "Yeah. I wasn't in the mood.

moved closer.

"You reek," he muttered.

through my hair. "Of

His voice was clipped, laced with something I didn't

baring its teeth in warning. Louis took another step closer, his jaw clenched so

calm, "why the fuck

his glare head-on, crossing my arms. "Why

smirk that held nothing but anger. "Maybe because you were frowning at me when you found out I kissed her. Acting all high

us, his

voice dropping

head, laughing bitterly. "You're a fucking hypocrite, Lennox. You act like you

"Says the man I caught kissing

muscles coiling 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 act like you have some

a low, mocking chuckle. "Moral high ground? That's rich coming from you. You wanted to rip

now I want to rip it out for a different reason,"

smirk dropped, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. His nostrils flared, his hands curling into fists at his sides.

was the youngest among us, but he always liked

vision blurred at the edges, my body already shifting slightly. The room filled with raw, crackling tension, and I could see Louis bracing himself, ready to strike just

his hand between us, shoving us apart with enough force to

snapped, his voice sharp with authority.

glared at each other, our chests rising