Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 64: The Plan

Lennox's POV

I stormed through the corridor, fists clenched at my sides. Rage pulsed through every inch of me like a wildfire I couldn't put out.

I didn't know his name—but I could feel him. On her. In her words. In the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about him. Whoever he was, he had already touched what was mine.

And I was going to find him.

I spotted Louis coming my way.

"Lennox?" he frowned, stepping toward me. "What the hell's wrong—?"

"We need to talk," I snapped, my voice cutting like ice. "Now. In my room."

I didn't wait for him to agree. Didn't care if he followed. But he did.

I walked fast, needing space to breathe but knowing I wouldn't get it until this pressure in my chest exploded. The moment we were inside my room, I slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame and turned on him.

"She said she's going to take a lover," I growled.

His face blanked, like he hadn't heard me right. "What?"

"Olivia," I hissed. Just saying her name made my gut twist. "She told me she's going to pick a male. Since we're allowed concubines, she figured she should get one too."

He didn't say a word.

"She said she hasn't chosen yet," I went on, pacing the room, trying to outrun the images her words had burned into my brain. "But she described him."

I stopped and met his gaze. "He already touched her. Left marks. Hickeys." My voice dropped, rough and bitter. "She said he kissed her like she was the moon, the stars, the whole damn universe."

Louis didn't move. Just watched me with that maddening calm. I couldn't read him. And maybe that's what made my gut coil even tighter.

"She said his mouth moaned for her," I added, each word tasting like poison. "That he worshipped her body with his hands."

a flick—but I

it's someone from the

narrowed my eyes at him. "She didn't say a

raised an eyebrow,

did," I snapped. "But she was smug about it. Like it

nodded slowly, too slowly. "So

didn't answer right

Because I didn't know.

see was her face when she talked about him. All I could feel was the red haze

I said, voice low, but filled with

finish the

Didn't need to.

that annoyed me even more. Why wasn't

mate; he was supposed to be furious at the thought of another

you," he replied evenly. "She carries our marks, Lennox. If another man touched her, we'd know. Our

touched by another man apart from my brothers and me, then our wolves would definitely have alerted us. But our wolves didn't,

no man?" I

answered immediately. Too fast. Too

from something else, not from a man…

I didn't believe

thin air. She meant them. She

had to

working. From time to time, I saw her face, those hickeys… damn! I

made me want to

in my office, not even sure what I'd been looking for. Paperwork sat untouched on my desk, a pathetic attempt

abruptly, the chair screeching across the floor. I couldn't sit still. Couldn't breathe

office, trying to think of what to do. I had to be sure. I had to be sure

do it. I thought of posting guards at her door, but if I did, the person would see them and never enter her room. So, I decided to hide and watch. I believed I

dragged like chains around

The mansion quieted, the usual hum of servants and footsteps vanishing into silence. My body was stiff from

think I'd retired for

just across from Olivia's room. The corridor was dim, moonlight filtering in through the tall windows, casting