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?

the fuck did I even

I hadn't let my body betray me, if I had just gone to sleep—he wouldn't have caught

out like a desperate mess. Moaning

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

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 ghost of his teeth dragging along

lip

wasn't just a mistake. This was

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

for support. "This never

how many times I repeated it, the ache between my legs and the scent of him lingering

cold shower. And maybe a punch in the

Or five.

God, I hate myself.

much

Wants more.

Fuck.

to grab a towel. I wanted to feel the cold. I deserved to feel it. Maybe if I froze my

let the water run ice-cold, and stepped in without a second thought. The shock made me gasp, my

scrubbed at my skin like it had betrayed me. Like I could erase the heat

on my

between my

of my

out loud, squeezing my eyes

bloomed beneath my touch, but it wasn't enough. I

God—what's wrong with me?

First Louis. Now Lennox.

made it very fucking clear that I wasn't

understandable. He was drugged,

But Lennox?

horny, pleasuring

I let it

who doesn't want me touch

and I bit down

used.