Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 105: Little Warrior

Lennox's POV

"Fuck!" I cursed, pulling out of Anita's mouth—but it was too late.

Olivia had already caught us.

Where I was seated, I felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar—except this wasn't candy, and the shame cut deeper. My wolf growled inside me, restless and furious. Shamefully, I looked at Olivia, but instead of the reaction I expected, what I saw baffled me.

No wide eyes. No trembling lips. No gasp of heartbreak.

She didn't look like she cared at all. She stared at us like it was nothing—like this was normal. And somehow, that made everything feel worse. What kind of woman walks in on her mate—her husband—receiving head from another and doesn't show the slightest flicker of pain?

Without sparing me a glance, Olivia turned to Anita, who was now standing, still wearing that smug little smirk.

"Why did you send Nora and Lolita out on an errand?" Olivia asked coldly.

Anita scoffed and crossed her arms. "They're maids. I wanted something, so I sent them. Is that a crime now?"

Olivia took one step forward.

Just one.

But the entire energy in the room shifted.

"Nora and Lolita are my personal maids," Olivia said, her tone sharper now. "You have your maids, Anita. Don't touch what isn't yours."

Anita chuckled and took a step toward Olivia. "And if I do? What are you going to do about it?" she challenged.

A small smile curled at the left corner of Olivia's lips, and then she took a step forward, standing just an inch away from Anita, her glare staring directly at Anita.

"Then I'll remind you exactly who I am. I'm Luna Olivia Luciano. I'm legally married to the triplets. I'm their queen. And you?" She paused and eyed Anita from head to toe.

"You are just a whore… a woman marked to warm their bed. Don't confuse your position with mine."

A suffocating silence hung in the air for a moment before Olivia continued.

of being their concubine, then I will advise you to stick to warming their bed and stay off my way… this is

stepped back, angry. "You're threatening

head, smiling coldly. "You

me then, clearly expecting me to speak

But I didn't.

I couldn't.

I felt

what hurt the

Not once. Not even a flash of

me feel like the

my leave." With that, she turned and left, acting

unsure what I was even asking

She didn't turn.

She didn't speak.

She just walked away.

soon as Olivia walked out and the door closed behind her, the room went completely silent. I just sat there, frozen. My pants were still undone,

wouldn't care if she saw this. In fact, there were times I would want her to walk in and see this, but not anymore. I couldn't explain it, but I would do anything just to prevent

who is sick. "Did you

didn't even look at her. "I'm leaving," I said flatly

she asked,

answer. I didn't care. I needed to get away from her—and away from what I had

like I was in a fog. Everything inside me felt heavy. Wrong. The way Olivia didn't even flinch when she caught us… it haunted me. She didn't care,

needed to

8pm, but I decided to go to the training field. The sky was dark, the moon was out, and the wind was cool. I thought I'd be alone—but I

Olivia was there.

in the middle of the field, barefoot, moving like a fighter. Her braid swung behind her as she punched and kicked the air, her body sharp and graceful like she had done this a thousand times. Sweat glowed on her skin. Her face

nothing like the quiet girl

like a

My little warrior.

thought struck something deep inside me. My chest tightened as an old memory rose to the surface, one I

just come back from a long patrol when I saw her standing outside the training field, arms crossed, a

said firmly, like a command. Her usual

I'd blinked, confused. "What?"

me and opened the container to show a single chocolate cupcake with pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles. "This is payment," she said seriously, holding it up like it