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.

then I will advise you to stick to warming their bed and stay off my way… this is your last

stepped back, angry. "You're

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

clearly expecting me to speak up

But I didn't.

I couldn't.

I felt like

hurt

hadn't looked at me. Not once. Not even a flash of

me feel like

With that, she turned and left, acting like

said quietly, unsure what

She didn't turn.

She didn't speak.

She just walked away.

closed behind her, the room went completely silent. I just sat there, frozen. My pants were still undone, my heart was racing,

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

sharp for someone who is sick. "Did you see that? Did you see how

"I'm leaving," I said flatly as I buckled

she asked,

needed to get away from her—and away

me felt heavy. Wrong. The way Olivia didn't even flinch when she caught us… it haunted me. She didn't care,

needed to clear

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

Olivia was there.

a fighter. Her braid swung behind her as she punched and kicked the air, her body sharp and graceful like

like the quiet girl

like

My little warrior.

chest tightened as an old memory rose to

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

firmly, like a command. Her usual playful

I'd blinked, confused. "What?"

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 was a bag of