Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 85: Slapped Me

Louis' POV

Lennox gently laid Anita down on her bed, and I stepped in to tuck the blanket around her. She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut, her breathing uneven and shallow. I reached out to touch her forehead—and cursed under my breath.

She was burning up.

"We should call the healer," I told my brothers.

"No… don't… I'm fine… it's normal for me to feel this way," Anita said weakly, her eyes still closed.

I exchanged a silent look with my brothers. None of us said a word. We just stood there, watching her.

"It's my turn to look after her… you two need to go out there and find out who that bastard is," Lennox said through gritted teeth.

"I'll question the men who were on duty," Levi offered.

Lennox nodded. "Good. And we need to set a trap. If he comes back, we take him down—"

"Can you three just stop it already?" Anita's voice sliced through the air, stronger than it had been just moments ago.

We froze.

"I'm lying here, burning alive, and all you care about is Olivia and who her mysterious lover might be?"

Anita's sudden outburst caught us all off guard. Her eyes had snapped open, fiery despite the dark circles beneath them, her voice no longer weak and breathy but laced with fury and frustration. Lennox immediately stepped back from the bed, his jaw clenching. Levi blinked in surprise, and I… I just stared at her.

"I'm right here, burning up, feeling like my insides are being set on fire, and you three are busy planning ambushes and interrogations over Olivia's drama?" she hissed, pushing the blanket off her like it was suffocating her.

"Anita—" Lennox began, his tone defensive.

"No! Don't 'Anita' me." She sat up, swaying slightly, but the stubborn fire in her eyes didn't waver. "You all barged in here like you cared, but clearly, I'm just an afterthought. I could drop dead, and you'd be halfway through hunting down Olivia's imaginary lover before someone remembered to bury me!"

Levi shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not like that…"

"It's exactly like that," she snapped. "Ever since you three found out she is your mate, it's always been Olivia this, Olivia that. Meanwhile, I'm here—I'm still here—hurting, burning, breaking… and no one sees it."

room. Lennox looked like he wanted to argue, but even he knew she had a point. Ever since Olivia became our mate, everything has been about her like it was before. But Anita can't blame us… we

of her bed. "You're right,"

three can leave. I can take care of myself—" Anita began, but I cut her off

us take care of you for

could see the tears building in her eyes despite her

murmured as she lay back on

She was wrong.

it—but Olivia was special in more ways than she'd ever

into the night. We'd eat them anyway, pretending they were delicious—just to see

voice of hers. I heard her, even when I was unconscious. She

made us laugh—back when laughing was

to remember someone's favorite meal, the way they take their

just…

was warmth. She

the years, the distance, the hate—just hearing

Anita couldn't see it.

But the truth is…

really stopped

my brothers did,

leaving," I said, and before they could respond, I walked

so I found myself walking toward the training grounds. The familiar thudding of fists against punching bags, the clang of

There she was.

Olivia.

near the edge of the combat field, her blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun, eyes lit up with laughter. She was laughing—really laughing—with Maddison, the

touched his

it

hands clenched into

What the hell?

adored him. But the way he was looking at Olivia now… like he'd do

Jealousy.

ugly, and completely

secret lover? The one who'd been

think.

blink, I was there—cutting