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?

even

body betray me, if I

a desperate mess. Moaning like

cursed again, my throat burning. "Fuck! What is wrong with

like a caged animal. My legs were still shaking from the aftershocks. My skin still tingled from where his mouth had

down on my lip so hard

a mistake. This

should've kicked him out the second he walked in and saw me like that. But no—I froze. And then I melted. Like

I whispered to myself, gripping the headboard for support. "This never happened. It didn't happen. It didn't fucking

no matter how many times I repeated it, the ache between my legs and the scent of him

cold shower. And maybe a punch

Or five.

God, I hate myself.

how much my body

Wants more.

Fuck.

stormed into the bathroom, not even bothering to grab a towel. I wanted to feel the cold. I deserved to

made me gasp,

like it had betrayed me. Like I could erase

on

mouth between my

low growl of my

I snapped out loud, squeezing my

dragging it across my skin. Redness bloomed beneath my touch, but it wasn't

God—what's wrong with me?

First Louis. Now Lennox.

I wasn't what they wanted—at least not in the way

was drugged, and

But Lennox?

horny, pleasuring

let

man who doesn't want me touch me

and I bit down on my

used. Disgusting.