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.

sharp with spite and

narrowed, and before I could stop myself, I growled. Loud, guttural, and threatening.

I stepped toward her anyway, the anger boiling in my chest too hot to

her your best friend. Smiled in her face

lips parted, but I didn't

way into our beds, acting like a balm to our anger, but it was never about us,

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

And we were too fucked up, too bitter, too

now. "She never loved

matter," I interrupted, my anger reaching its peak. "You should never have

"She never liked you…"

believe that," Lennox cut in harshly. "You saw it, Anita… you noticed her fall apart while you were in

You should've reminded us who she was to us.

cheeks as she shook her

I said coldly. "You

stepping back. "You don't get to play the victim, Anita.

in her tear-streaked eyes. "You'll never

just leave,"

didn't say anything else. Just turned away, gathered the rest of her things in silence, and walked out

I sucked in a deep breath and dropped back onto the couch. What we said to her was harsh—but it needed to

the

second Olivia was

"I just hope the seer

"Let's

hand over his face. "I can't wait… I

Then silence.

three of us sat

for a second. Our bodies were tired, but our minds wouldn't stop. We were scared, anxious, restless—but holding on to the hope that the seer's words