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."

a point. Ever since Olivia became our mate, everything has been about her like it was before. But Anita

edge of her

leave. I can take care of

Let us take care of you for

tears building in her eyes despite her best effort to fight

murmured as she lay back on the bed and pulled the blanket

She was wrong.

special in more

trained late into the night.

stayed by my side, crying, praying in that tiny, broken voice of hers. I heard her, even when I was unconscious.

made

meal, the way they take their tea, or

for attention. She just… gave love without needing

was warmth. She

distance, the hate—just hearing her name brought

Anita couldn't see it.

But the truth is…

really stopped loving

did,

said, and before they could respond, I

move, to think, so I found myself walking toward the training grounds. The familiar thudding of fists against

There she was.

Olivia.

field, her blonde hair pulled up into a messy bun, eyes lit up with laughter. She was laughing—really laughing—with Maddison, the head of our warriors. His massive frame loomed beside her as

touched

touch—but it felt

hands clenched into

What the hell?

who adored him. But the way he was looking at Olivia now… like he'd do anything to make her laugh again… it twisted something in my

Jealousy.

ugly, and

lover?

didn't think. I

a blink, I was there—cutting between