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?

did I even start touching myself

betray me, if I

mess. Moaning like

cursed again, my throat burning. "Fuck! What

as I paced the room like a caged animal. My legs were still shaking from the aftershocks. My skin still tingled from where his

lip so hard I tasted

just a mistake. This

should've kicked him out the second he walked in and

for support. "This never happened. It didn't

I repeated it, the ache between my legs and

shower. And

Or five.

God, I hate myself.

how much my body wants

Wants more.

Fuck.

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

me gasp, my breath catching in my throat—but I stayed there, hands gripping the wall, letting the

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

hands on my

between my

growl of

out loud, squeezing

the soap 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

God—what's wrong with me?

First Louis. Now Lennox.

men who made it very fucking clear that I wasn't

was drugged, and I

But Lennox?

horny,

let

man who doesn't want me touch me

and I bit down on my knuckles

felt used. Disgusting.