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."

jaw twitched—just a flick—but

provoke us. Maybe it's someone from the staff. Maybe she already has him, and she thinks she can flaunt it like she's in

at him. "She didn't say a

eyebrow, too casually.

smug about it. Like it was a secret

nodded slowly, too slowly. "So what are

answer right

Because I didn't know.

about him. All I could feel was the red haze in

voice low,

didn't finish

Didn't need to.

single damn word and that annoyed

don't seem bothered about it," I said through gritted teeth, staring him down. Olivia was our mate; he was supposed to be furious at the thought of another man touching her, yet here he was

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

apart from my brothers and me, then our wolves

no

Louis answered immediately. Too

not from a man… No man would dare touch

nodded… but I didn't

out of thin air. She meant them. She felt them. I saw it on her damn

meant someone had touched her like that, but I had to get proof because

I saw her face, those hickeys… damn! I couldn't imagine it! What if what she

thought alone made me want to tear

my desk, a pathetic attempt at distraction that failed miserably.

abruptly, the chair screeching across the floor. I couldn't

I had to be sure. I had

my head. A silly one, but I had to do it. I thought of posting guards at her door, but if I did, the person would see them and never enter her

dragged like chains

dusk melted into night. The mansion quieted, the usual hum of servants and footsteps vanishing into silence. My body was stiff from how tense I'd been all day. I

to head to bed, letting everyone think I'd retired for the night. But I

just across from Olivia's room. The corridor was dim, moonlight filtering in through the tall windows, casting silver across the floor. I stood in the shadows, barely