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.

muttered, pacing the floor like a caged wolf. His eyes were narrowed

unsure now. He

desk again,

is!" I snapped. "How else do you explain it? The marks, the flowers, the attitude? She defended that bastard Jerek

on his mate," Levi said cautiously, trying to convince us. "You think he'd

is," I snarled. "If someone touched her, if someone thinks they can have her—touch what

out a frustrated growl. "We should've taken her already. Claimed her fully. That way no one would

nodded stiffly. "That's happening. Soon. If we don't do it, Olivia might decide to give her

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, and make

voice low and deadly. "She

asked, though the look in his

tie her to our fucking bed, she won't. She belongs to us, and we'll make her

else—worry, maybe. "We can't force her, Lennox. That's not how it

sharply. "Then what do you suggest? That we just stand back and watch her fall into someone else's arms? Let

at my words,

Exactly.

understand," I continued, pacing now, my wolf pacing with me inside. "She needs to know that she

too soft. Too patient. We let her think she had choices. That she could walk around, teasing us, testing us. But now? Now she's playing with fire. And she's about

going to fuck her? I thought we all

I spat, fire lacing every syllable. My eyes were locked on Levi, daring him to challenge me. "You heard me. We're done playing nice. We're her

"It's time we

for days. She'll be sore, aching, and every time she feels it between her thighs, she'll remember—we did that. We made her feel