Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 69: Tonight

Lennox's POV

"She's definitely seeing someone," Anita said the moment Olivia walked out.

I groaned, slamming my fist against the desk. The mere thought of it drove me insane. But what truly pushed me over the edge were the hickeys on her neck. My suspicions were right. Someone had touched her. A man—someone other than my brothers—had dared to lay his hands on her. And the bastard had the nerve to send her white roses? Her favorite?

How the fuck did he even know that?

"I told you, Olivia is whoring around," Anita spoke again, getting on my nerves.

"Shut up!" Levi warned her. "Don't forget she is our mate! Our wife! You don't speak about her in such a manner, especially in our presence. Now get out!"

Anita opened her mouth like she wanted to argue, but the look I shot her made her think twice. She stormed out, heels pounding with anger.

A tense silence hung in the air as neither I nor my brothers spoke a word. My wolf was howling angrily inside me, and it was maddening. I knew she was still a virgin—I confirmed it last night—but yet I couldn't contain the thought that a man's hand had been on her, and he dares to send her favorite roses.

My jaw ached from grinding my teeth, and I couldn't get the image out of my head—those damn hickeys. Bright, obvious, and fresh.

She's ours.

And yet someone had dared to touch her. To mark her. To get close enough to know that white roses were her favorite.

"How the fuck would he know that?" I growled, my voice low, feral.

His eyes were narrowed and wild with fury. "Maybe this asshole has been around her longer than

even he looked unsure now. He ran a hand through

desk again, hard enough to crack

you explain it? The marks, the flowers, the attitude? She

Levi said cautiously, trying to convince us. "You think he'd really

someone thinks they can have her—touch what belongs to us—then I swear to the Goddess, I'll rip out his heart and feed it to the

her already. Claimed her fully. That way no one would dare think they have

it, Olivia might decide to give her virginity to

of it sent a blinding red haze over my vision. Olivia—our Olivia—writhing under another man, giving away the one thing she still had left untouched. Ours to take. Ours to claim. Ours to ruin, worship,

I said, voice low and deadly. "She

the look in his eyes said

give herself to another man," I growled. "Even if we have to tie her to our fucking bed, she won't. She belongs to us, and we'll make her remember

force her, Lennox. That's not how

suggest? That we just stand back and watch her fall into someone else's arms? Let

at my

Exactly.

know that she belongs to us—not just with words, but with marks.

her think she had choices. That she could walk around, teasing us, testing us. But now? Now she's playing with

at us. "So you're saying we're going to fuck her? I thought we

I spat, fire lacing every syllable. My eyes were locked on Levi, daring him to challenge me. "You heard

growled in agreement, his eyes glowing faintly. "It's time

her legs for days. She'll be sore, aching, and every time she feels it