Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 66: Regrets

Olivia's POV

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What the hell was I thinking? Letting Lennox touch me?

With panting breath and anger-filled eyes, I stared at Lennox, who was staring back at me—only his gaze was blank.

Quickly, I covered myself with the blanket and looked him straight in the eyes. "We are going to pretend this never happened, Lennox," I said quickly. "I don't want anyone to know, especially your brothers," I warned, and Lennox frowned.

His jaw twitched, his eyes narrowing. "And who the fuck said I wanted them to know?" he snapped.

My frown deepened.

"I'm the one supposed to be telling you this! That is supposed to be my line," he said in anger, and my anger intensified.

"Get out," I ordered, pointing at the door.

But Lennox didn't move. Rather, he kept staring at me with panting breath like he was seconds away from reaching for me.

I frowned. "Get out, Alpha Lennox, or else I will scream and draw the attention of your brothers. I believe you wouldn't want them to know what just happened between us?" I threatened.

Lennox didn't look like he was bothered by my threats, but he only growled before storming out of my room and slamming the door shut.

I let out a shaky breath the moment the door slammed behind him. My hands trembled as I clutched the blanket tighter around my naked body.

"Stupid, Olivia. Stupid!" I hissed at myself, dragging a hand through my tangled hair.

This wasn't supposed to happen. This couldn't happen.

My cheeks flamed with both anger and humiliation as flashes of what had just happened invaded my mind. His hands—his mouth—his voice growling my name like I belonged to him.

I buried my face into my hands, letting out a muffled scream.

Why the fuck did I let it get this far?

I even start touching

let my body betray me, if I had just gone

a desperate mess. Moaning

burning.

tight in my chest as I paced the room like a caged animal. My legs were still shaking from the aftershocks. My skin still tingled from where his mouth had touched me. I could still feel the

my lip

mistake. This was a

he walked in and saw me like that. But no—I froze. And then I melted. Like

gripping the headboard for support. "This never happened. It didn't happen.

it, the ache between my legs and the scent of him lingering on my skin

shower. And maybe a punch in

Or five.

God, I hate myself.

worse—I hate how much my body wants

Wants more.

Fuck.

I deserved to feel it. Maybe if I froze my skin off, I could forget the feel

without a second thought. The shock made me gasp, my breath catching in my throat—but I

had betrayed me. Like I could erase the heat he

hands on

mouth between my

low growl of my name

loud, squeezing my eyes

and scrubbed harder, furiously dragging it across my skin. Redness bloomed beneath my touch, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to scrub deeper. I wanted to scrape off the part

God—what's wrong with me?

First Louis. Now Lennox.

made it very fucking clear that I wasn't

least was understandable. He was drugged, and I got a

But Lennox?

me horny, pleasuring

I let it happen

who doesn't want me touch me like

sob escaped my throat, and I bit down on my

used.