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.

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

her head, smiling coldly. "You forgot your place. I'm

expecting me to speak up

But I didn't.

I couldn't.

truth, I felt like

what hurt

once. Not even a flash of disappointment

feel like the smallest man

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

unsure what

She didn't turn.

She didn't speak.

She just walked away.

walked out and the door closed behind her, the room went completely silent. I just sat there, frozen. My pants were still undone, my heart was racing, and shame hit me

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 her from seeing

for someone who is sick. "Did you

her. "I'm leaving," I said

Now?" she

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

Wrong. The way Olivia didn't even flinch when she caught us… it haunted me. She didn't care, didn't yell. She didn't even look at me. That hurt

needed to clear my

The sky was dark, the moon was out, and the wind was

Olivia was there.

as she punched and kicked the air, her body sharp and graceful like she had done this

nothing like the

looked like

My little warrior.

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

just come back from a long patrol when I

like a command. Her usual

I'd blinked, confused. "What?"

container to show a single chocolate cupcake with pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles. "This is payment," she said seriously, holding it up like it was a bag of gold. "I