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

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

at him. "She didn't say

eyebrow, too

I snapped. "But she was smug about it. Like it was a secret she was

slowly, too slowly. "So what are you going

didn't answer right

Because I didn't know.

him. All I could feel was the red

is," I said, voice low, but filled with rage. "And

finish the

Didn't need to.

and that annoyed me even more.

was our mate; he was supposed to

just messing with you," he replied evenly. "She carries our marks, Lennox.

moment, I pondered Louis's words. If Olivia was being touched by another man apart from my brothers and me, then our wolves would definitely have alerted us. But

no man?"

answered immediately. Too

hickeys you saw were from something else, not from a man… No man would

nodded… but I didn't believe

didn't pull those words out of thin air. She meant them. She felt them. I saw it

meant someone had touched her like that, but I had to get proof because without it,

work, trying to take my mind off it, but it wasn't working. From time to time, I saw her face, those hickeys… damn! I couldn't imagine it! What if what

made me

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

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

around the office, trying to think of what to do. I had

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 would catch him, and heaven help

like chains around my

turned to dusk, and 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

pretended to head to bed, letting everyone think I'd retired for the night. But I didn't

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