Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 111: Regrets

Lennox's POV

The door to my room pushed open and Levi and Louis walked in, both with a relieved look on their faces.

"Man, you are glowing for a man who nearly escaped death," Louis teased, and I rolled my eyes at them. If only they knew what had happened between Olivia and me, of course I should be glowing.

"How are you feeling?" Levi asked in a serious tone as he moved over and stood at the edge of the bed, giving me a quick glance as if assessing is I was really okay.

"I'm fine," I sighed. "But we need to find those bastards!"

"We've already done that. Two of the two surviving rogues you didn't kill were found, and they're in the dungeon—though they've yet to tell us who sent them," Levi announced.

My frown deepened as my wolf howled in anger. "That means I will have to torture them myself,"

"No, you won't, brother. All you need is rest to recover," Levi said in a tone of finality. I wanted to argue, to make him let me torture those rogues myself, but Louis chimed in. "You need rest, Lennox… at least for two days, and that is what's going to happen. You will not get involved with any duty for the next two days, so relax."

Just as I was about to argue with both of them, the door swung open again—this time with far more drama.

"Lennox!" a high-pitched voice rang out, and before I could process what was happening, Anita flew into the room.

She ran straight to the bed and threw herself onto me like a damn missile, wrapping her arms around my neck and smothering my face with kisses.

"Oh my Moon Goddess! You're awake! You're alive! I was so, so worried!" she cried dramatically, her lips landing all over my cheeks, nose, jaw—anywhere she could reach.

I stiffened under her weight, trying not to groan in discomfort. My ribs were still healing, and her body pressing into me didn't help. Neither did the strong floral perfume she wore that made my head spin for all the wrong reasons.

"Anita, you need to get off," I said flatly, my voice low.

But she didn't listen. She clung even tighter, as if I was her long-lost love returned from war.

"I cried for hours!" she went on, still pressing wet kisses to my cheek. "I barely slept, thinking about you! I couldn't eat, couldn't think straight—"

"Anita!" I snapped, my patience breaking. "Enough. Get off me."

That got her attention. She froze, pulling back just a little, her face showing fake hurt and wide-eyed innocence.

just worried,"

me," I

coughed awkwardly behind her, clearly trying not to

at me, clearly stunned by my cold tone. "I…

okay," I cut her

no effect on me. She sat beside me, far too close, her hand

stared at her for a long moment,

No warmth. No interest. Just a faint headache and growing

did I ever like

watching the scene unfold with poorly concealed amusement—and I couldn't help but wonder how we were ever interested

never my type. Not truly. She's Too loud. Too clingy. Too fake. She was all surface and no substance. My wolf had never once stirred for her. And I knew, deep down, she'd never been Levi's or Louis's type either. We only ever kept her around because… well, because of

weight of the truth sitting heavy in my

Olivia. To hurt her the way she had hurt me back then. What

worked,

eyes. She avoided rooms I walked into. She pulled away, and I convinced myself I

sitting here, feeling nothing for the woman beside me, all

making

I regretted marking her.

public display

about marrying her

Cruel. And above

with Louis now, trying to win him over with that fake

Anita's voice as she giggled at something Louis clearly didn't find funny. Her fingers were now playing with

curled in my gut. I couldn't endure

the bed, ignoring the sharp ache

all turned to look at

think I need to rest now," I said, keeping my tone as neutral as possible. "The headache's kicking

through me. Levi

but I just

but firmly. "But

"But—"

suddenly, stepping in with a serious

in my expression must have warned