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," she

know," I muttered coldly, shifting uncomfortably. "But you don't have to throw yourself on me. You are hurting me," I said with a frown. Deep down, I knew that if it were a certain

behind her, clearly trying not to laugh, while

blinked at me, clearly stunned by my cold

cut her off

She sat beside me, far too close,

stared at her for a long moment,

spark. No warmth. No interest. Just

the hell did

unfold with poorly concealed amusement—and

never once stirred for her. And I knew, deep down, she'd never been Levi's or Louis's type

of the truth

to get back at Olivia. To hurt her the way she had hurt me back then. What better revenge than

it worked,

had looked hurt when she saw us together. She stopped looking me in the eyes. She avoided rooms I walked

feeling nothing for the woman beside me, all I could

making

I regretted marking her.

night, every public display meant to stab into Olivia like a

ever thought about marrying her just to

And

chatting with Louis now, trying to win him over with that fake laugh of hers. But

something Louis clearly didn't find funny. Her fingers

curled in my gut. I couldn't

the bed, ignoring the sharp ache in my side as

all turned to look

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

brow, seeing right through me. Levi gave

but I just

know," I cut in, not harsh but firmly.

"But—"

a serious

as if she wanted to protest again, but something in my expression must have warned her off. Slowly, she stood, smoothing down her dress like she was some queen