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

eyes widened in shock.

said, get the fuck out,

her lips parting like she wanted to say something, but then she huffed, grabbing her

is the ceremony where I become your mistress.

I frowned.

you're not trying

scoffed, a cruel smirk curling her lips. "You and your brothers have fucked me the way you wanted. In your room, in the woods, at the seashore. And now you think you can toss me aside just because

growled, my frown

your concubine—whether you like it or not," Anita declared in

slammed shut behind her, I exhaled, rubbing a hand down my face. But no amount of

still on my

was still

fucking hated that I wanted

to my room pushed open, and

just reported you to us… she said you

wasn't in the mood. Anita acts like everything

flicked over me as he moved closer.

"You reek," he muttered.

hand through

clipped, laced with

warning. Louis took another step closer, his

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

met his glare head-on, crossing

anger. "Maybe because you were frowning at me when you found out I kissed her. Acting all high and

his

voice dropping into a dangerous growl. "And what

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

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

you want to question me?" I jabbed a finger into his chest again, stepping

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

rip it out for a different reason," I growled, cutting

His nostrils

among us, but he always liked

The room filled with

slammed his hand between us, shoving us apart with enough force to send a

enough!" he snapped, his voice sharp with authority. "Both of

glared at each other, our chests rising