Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 104

Chapter 104: Caught

Lennox's POV

I emptied the bottle of whiskey and shoved it away, the glass clinking loudly against the wooden table.

Levi's words kept ringing in my head for the past few hours, circling like vultures refusing to let me breathe.

"I forgave her."

"I never stopped loving her."

"I'm going to court Olivia—openly."

I gritted my teeth, my fingers curling into fists on the table.

Why?

Why the hell was he forgiving her?

Why was he so damn eager to run back to the very person who shattered him?

I could still remember the nights Levi broke down when he thought no one was looking. I remember watching my brother—proud, unshakable Levi—turn into a ghost of himself, hollowed out by a heartbreak none of us could truly understand. Just like me, He had loved her fiercely, and when she hurt him, it gutted him.

And now… he's talking about courting her? Loving her again?

"I'm done punishing both of us for the past."

Those words struck harder than I wanted to admit. I hated them because deep down, I knew they mirrored something I hadn't been willing to face. That maybe, just maybe, I wasn't mad at Levi for forgiving her.

I was mad because I couldn't.

I stood up abruptly, the chair screeching back against the floor. My heart was pounding too fast, my jaw clenched so tightly it ached. I paced the room, fists still clenched, my eyes burning.

What Olivia did to Levi might be forgivable.

But what she did to me?

No one knew. Not Levi. Not Louis. No one.

And I didn't want to remember it either. But Levi's confession had ripped the lid off a box I had sealed shut years ago.

came flooding back—raw, vivid,

slammed my fist into the wall, breathing heavily. A crack formed in the plaster, but I didn't care.

couldn't do what Levi was

clarity. His courage. His ability to say he

hand throbbed, but the ache was nothing compared to what twisted inside my

the first time in years,

love

on my

my heart when suddenly a sharp knock landed

down my

nervously. "Alpha Lennox…

clenched instantly. Of

Anita's drama—not tonight, not ever, if I had it my way. But then the maid added

Damn it.

I had made a promise once—back when I thought having a concubine would be enough

from the chair, my hand still aching from where

walk down the corridor felt heavier than it should. Guilt mixed

smelled of expensive perfume and something faintly metallic—medicine, maybe. Anita sat propped up on the bed, wrapped in a silk robe, her skin paler than usual, but her lips painted a deep red that screamed anything

a small, sly smile.

I just stepped in, closing

was starting to think you all forgot about

all been busy,"

and dry.

I didn't deny it.

her on

did—but on the edge, keeping

stared at me for a beat before saying softly, "I

away.

reached for my hand, but I pulled it back. Her expression didn't

leaned in, her lips brushing the side of my face.

don't," I muttered, sharper

and knelt in front of me. My eyes narrowed as she reached

My voice was low.

just want to make you feel better," she said, her tone sultry but

not in

wide, pleading eyes. "Please… just

I stiffened.

my expression and

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