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.

Louis muttered, pacing the floor like a caged wolf. His eyes were narrowed and wild with fury.

looked unsure now. He ran a

the desk again, hard enough to crack the

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

swore on his mate," Levi said cautiously, trying to convince

snarled. "If someone touched her, if someone thinks they can have her—touch what belongs to us—then I swear to the Goddess, I'll rip out his heart

Claimed her fully. That way no one

If we don't do it, Olivia might decide to

over my vision. Olivia—our Olivia—writhing under another man, giving away the

voice low and

look in his

to tie her to our fucking bed, she won't. She belongs to us,

can't force her, Lennox. That's not how it works. She's already angry

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

my words,

Exactly.

"She needs to know that she belongs to us—not just with words, but with marks. Real

she could walk around, teasing us, testing us. But now? Now she's

eyes at us. "So you're saying we're going

on Levi, daring him to

glowing faintly. "It's time we remind

she won't be able to use her legs for days. She'll be sore, aching, and every time she feels it