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 start touching myself

hadn't been so fucking horny, if I hadn't let my body betray me, if I

desperate mess. Moaning like a bitch in

my throat burning. "Fuck! What is

hot and 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 ghost of his teeth dragging along my

bit down on my lip so

wasn't just a mistake. This was

him out the second he walked in and saw me like that. But no—I froze. And

gripping the headboard for support. "This never

the ache between my legs and the scent of him lingering

needed a cold shower. And maybe a

Or five.

God, I hate myself.

how much my body wants him

Wants more.

Fuck.

to grab a towel. I wanted to feel the cold. I deserved to feel

The shock made me gasp, my breath catching in my throat—but I stayed there, hands gripping the wall, letting the freezing water beat

skin like it had betrayed me. Like

on

between my

low growl of

I snapped out loud, squeezing

skin. Redness bloomed beneath my touch, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to scrub deeper. I wanted to scrape off the

God—what's wrong with me?

First Louis. Now Lennox.

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

drugged, and

But Lennox?

me horny, pleasuring myself.

did I let it happen

man who doesn't want me touch

escaped my throat, and I bit down on my knuckles

used.