Fated To Not Just One, But Three

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.

flooding

in the plaster, but I didn't care. I needed the pain.

do what Levi was doing. Not yet. Maybe

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

slower. My hand throbbed, but the ache was nothing compared to what

for the first time in years,

still love

on my tongue.

to silence the war in my heart when

down my

open, and one of the maids poked her head in nervously. "Alpha Lennox… Lady Anita is asking to see you. She says

instantly.

for Anita's drama—not tonight, not ever, if I had it my way. But then the maid added softly, "She's not feeling well

Damn it.

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

my chest, I pushed up from the chair, my hand still aching from where I'd slammed it into the wall. "Fine," I

corridor felt heavier than it should. Guilt mixed

metallic—medicine, maybe. Anita sat propped up on the bed, wrapped in a silk robe, her skin paler than usual, but her

me a small, sly smile. "Look who

just stepped in, closing

starting to

been busy," I

chuckled, her voice soft and dry. "No.

I didn't deny it.

space beside her on the bed. "Come. Sit

on the

beat before saying softly, "I missed

looked away. "Don't

my hand, but I pulled it back.

slowly, Anita leaned in, her lips brushing the side of my face. I turned

I

without a word, she slipped off the bed and knelt in front of me. My eyes narrowed as she reached for my belt,

voice was low.

better," she said, her tone sultry

not in the

up at me with wide, pleading eyes. "Please… just let me… I'm sick,

I stiffened.

saw the hesitation flicker in my expression and pounced on