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.

wolf. His eyes were narrowed and wild with fury. "Maybe this

looked unsure now. He

on the desk again, hard enough

"How else do you explain it? The marks, the flowers, the attitude? She defended that bastard Jerek like her life depended on

mate," Levi said cautiously, trying to

have her—touch what belongs to us—then I swear to the

frustrated growl. "We should've taken her already. Claimed her fully. That way no one would dare think they have a

don't do it,

idea 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,

voice low and deadly. "She

look in his eyes said

have to tie her to

not how it works. She's already angry with us… claiming her

on him sharply. "Then what do you suggest? That we just stand back and watch

flinched slightly at my words, but he didn't

Exactly.

my wolf pacing with me inside. "She needs to know that she belongs to us—not just with words, but with marks. Real ones.

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

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

were locked on Levi, daring him to challenge me. "You heard me. We're done playing

eyes glowing faintly. "It's

wolf clawing at the surface. "We're going to fuck her so thoroughly, she won't be able to use her legs 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