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.

memory came flooding

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

Levi was doing. Not

envied him. His clarity. His courage. His ability to say

sat back down, this time slower. My hand throbbed, but the ache was nothing compared

in years, I whispered the

still love

on my

silence the war in my heart when suddenly a sharp knock landed on the door, pulling me

down

creaked open, and one of the maids poked her head in nervously. "Alpha Lennox… Lady Anita

clenched instantly. Of

a curse under my breath. I didn't have time for Anita's drama—not tonight, not ever, if I

Damn it.

I wanted to ignore her, I couldn't. I had made a promise once—back when I thought having a concubine would be enough to distract me from the hole Olivia left in me. Anita had been persistent,

chest, I pushed up from the chair, my hand still aching from where I'd slammed

heavier than it should. Guilt mixed with frustration in

it open. The room smelled of expensive perfume and something faintly metallic—medicine, maybe. Anita sat propped up on the bed, wrapped

gave me a small, sly smile. "Look who finally

just stepped in, closing

head. "I was starting to

busy," I said

dry. "No.

I didn't deny it.

the space beside her on

on the edge, keeping

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

looked away.

but I pulled it back.

in, her lips brushing the side of my face. I turned my head, dodging her

don't," I muttered, sharper this

knelt in front of me. My eyes narrowed as she reached for my belt,

My voice was low.

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

in

pleading eyes. "Please… just let me… I'm sick,

I stiffened.

in my expression and pounced

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