Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 150

Chapter 150: Worried

Chapter 150: Worried

Levi's POV

My eyes were fixed on the wall clock as the second hand ticked past 7 PM. Right on time.

I emptied the glass of whiskey in my hand, the burn doing nothing to calm the storm raging inside me.

She was in heat now.

Wherever Olivia was—she was burning. My wolf knew it. Felt it. He growled and thrashed inside me, pacing, snarling. He wanted her. Needed her. Not just for the sake of the bond—but to ease her pain.

And still—I stayed rooted in my chair.

The air around me was thick with the scent of heat. Almost every she-wolf in the mansion had gone into heat tonight, and the ones who didn't have mates were locked away in the safe rooms just down the hall. But even with the air soaked in arousal and pheromones, my wolf didn't care.

None of them mattered.

The only scent I wanted—the only one I craved—was Olivia's. That sweet blend of nutmeg and honey that used to make my wolf go still and greedy. I was trying, desperately, to find even the faintest trace of it in the air.

But nothing.

Not even a whisper of her.

"Fucking hell," Lennox muttered, slamming his glass down on the table and standing up. He ran a hand through his hair, pacing the room like a caged animal. "She's out there. Alone. In heat. And we're just here—waiting."

Louis sat on the couch, his eyes glassy with worry, fingers clenching around the stem of his glass. He hadn't said much, but I could feel the storm building inside him. When he finally spoke, his voice cracked.

him because the heat is too much, and

growled, standing up

it because it's possible. She's strong, but heat… it takes over. And we're

her already. How the hell

us

after that was heavy.

each poured another drink, but it didn't help. We

inside, and the scent hit us immediately, strong, rich, unmistakably in

flushed, her eyes glassy and pupils wide. Her breathing was shallow, chest rising and falling quickly. Her scent wrapped around the

But not tonight.

Not with Olivia missing.

into the room. Her voice shook, her hands already reaching up to the straps

look at her. "We're not in

fingers still slid the thin

of you. You always said

head sharply, my jaw clenched. "Put your

you

tonight," I said coldly. "Not

hoarse but firm.

I couldn't tell. "But I'm in heat. I'm in pain. I need you. You marked me—claimed me. You're supposed

you. Not when the only woman I want is out there, suffering. Not when my mate

between us, hurt blooming across her

me like this?"

to her, his expression hard. "You think we care about your heat when our mate

body trembling. "When did the three of you start caring about Olivia? I

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