Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 151: Waiting For Her

Levi's POV

"But I belong to you," she whispered. "I carry your marks. I've warmed your beds for months. You used to come to me—regularly."

I looked away, my frown deepening. "And we used to pretend that meant something. But it never did."

The words hurt her. I could see it—like they cut her skin open. But I didn't stop.

"We marked you because we wanted to hurt Olivia" I said flatly. "Not because we wanted you."

Anita took a shaky step back. "You're lying…"

"No," I said. "We're not."

"You three never loved me?" she asked, her voice cracking.

Lennox laughed bitterly, but there was no humor in it. "We never even pretended to love you."

Louis added, "We lied to ourselves. Maybe to you too. But we never looked at you the way we look at her."

Anita's mouth trembled. "Olivia," she said bitterly. "It's always been her. Even when you said you hated her. Even when you claimed she meant nothing."

My wolf surged at the mention of her name.

I took a deep breath. "Even when we hated her… we never could imagine another man touching her. Not even in theory. That's how we should've known."

Lennox nodded grimly. "Because no matter what Olivia did, we never wanted to share her."

Louis's voice was harsher. "And you… we could've shared you with anyone."

Anita stared at the three of us, naked and trembling, but this time with more shame than heat. She didn't argue. She only shed silent tears.

her, huh?" Anita snapped, her voice sharp with spite and

narrowed, and before I could stop myself, I growled. Loud, guttural, and threatening. "Everything," I bit out.

the anger boiling in my

her your best friend. Smiled in her face while you plotted behind her back. What kind of best friend does

parted, but I didn't give her

way into our beds, acting like a balm to our anger, but it was never about us, was it? You just wanted to hurt her. To take what

shoulders trembled, her hands clutching the fabric of her dress tightly against her

And we were too fucked up, too bitter, too blind to

Anita shouted, desperate now. "She never loved any

"You

"She never liked you…"

Anita… you noticed her fall

trembling with restrained anger. "You should've protected her. You should've reminded us who she was to

spilled freely now, running down her cheeks as she shook her head. "I didn't mean

you did," I said coldly.

don't get to play the victim, Anita. Not after

of us, realization slowly dawning in her tear-streaked eyes. "You'll never want me again…

just leave," I

else. Just turned away, gathered the rest of her things in silence, and walked out the door—this time not bothering

I sucked in a deep breath and dropped back onto the couch. What we said to her was harsh—but it needed to be said. And for a moment, I felt lighter. Like a weight had been lifted off

stared at the clock again. 7:24

a second Olivia was out there, burning in heat.

out rough. "I just hope the seer

sighed. "Let's wait until

over his face. "I

Then silence.

us sat

second. Our bodies were tired, but our minds wouldn't stop. We were scared, anxious, restless—but holding on to