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

if I hadn't let my body betray

out like a desperate mess. Moaning like

throat burning. "Fuck! What is wrong with

from the aftershocks. My skin still tingled from where his mouth had touched me. I could still feel the ghost of his teeth dragging

down on my lip so

mistake. This was

him out the second he walked in and saw me like that. But

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

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

And maybe a punch

Or five.

God, I hate myself.

worse—I hate how much

Wants more.

Fuck.

stormed into the bathroom, not even bothering to grab a towel. I wanted to feel the cold. I deserved to feel it. Maybe if I froze my skin off, I could

let the water run ice-cold, and stepped in without a second thought. The shock made me gasp, my breath catching in my throat—but I stayed there,

had betrayed me.

hands on my

between

of

loud,

furiously dragging it across my skin. Redness bloomed beneath my touch, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to

God—what's wrong with me?

First Louis. Now Lennox.

made it very fucking clear that I wasn't what they wanted—at least not

understandable. He was drugged, and I got a request out of

But Lennox?

me horny,

I let

doesn't want me touch me

and I bit down on my knuckles to

used. Disgusting.