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

yourself on me. You are hurting me," I said with a frown. Deep down, I knew that if it were

awkwardly behind her, clearly trying not

blinked at me, clearly stunned by my

I cut

sat beside me, far too close, her hand brushing mine like,

a long

warmth. No interest. Just

the hell did I ever like

unfold with poorly concealed

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

slowly, the weight of the truth

To hurt her the way she had hurt

worked,

us together. She stopped looking me in the eyes. She avoided rooms I walked into. She pulled away,

woman beside me,

regretted making

I regretted marking her.

regretted every kiss, every night, every public display meant to stab into

regretted that I'd ever thought about marrying her just to hurt

was petty. Cruel. And

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

stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to drown out Anita's voice as she giggled at something Louis clearly didn't find funny. Her fingers were now playing with the edge of my blanket, like she owned

in my gut. I couldn't endure it

ignoring the sharp ache in

to look at

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

Levi gave me a nod,

I just got

in, not harsh but firmly. "But I

"But—"

Levi said suddenly, stepping in with a serious look. "Let him rest.

expression must have warned her off. Slowly, she stood, smoothing down her dress like she was