Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 157: Suspecting Anita.

Chapter 157: Suspecting Anita.

Levi’s POV

The moment Olivia left with Damien and Dad, I turned around and glared at Anita.

"You bitch!" I roared, seething with rage as I stormed toward her.

But Mom stepped in front of her, spreading her arms wide. "And what do you think you’re doing?" she demanded, her eyes flashing with anger.

I clenched my fists, my entire body trembling. Every nerve in me wanted to drag Anita out of this room myself and to the dungeon.

"Mother, move," Lennox growled from behind me, voice like thunder

But she didn’t budge. Her frown deepened as she turned to look at Lennox. "No. I won’t," she said firmly. "You three are not thinking clearly. You’re angry, and I will not let you do something you’ll regret."

"We’re not going to regret anything," Louis snapped. "She deserves to pay for what she did."

He turned to the guards standing by the door. "What are you waiting for? Take her to the cells. Lock her up!"

But Mom raised her hand and shouted, "No!"

Everyone frowned.

"She’s pregnant," Mom said, her voice trembling. "She’s carrying my grandchildren—the Luciano bloodline. I won’t let you throw her in a cold dungeon while she has two of our own growing inside her."

"Mother—" I started, but she cut me off.

"I’m not saying she won’t be punished," she said firmly. "She will. But not like this. Not while she’s pregnant."

Anita stood behind her with a triumphant smirk curling her lips.

I glared at Anita, rage boiling in my blood. "How do we even know those babies are ours?" I snapped. "She could be lying!"

her voice

frowned. "You

arms. "You think I didn’t know you boys were constantly sleeping with

"Tell me, Anita. How far

her hand on her stomach. "The healer said around

Three months?

My heart skipped.

started thinking back, trying to remember the last

then it hit

was the night

Our wedding night.

we married

had spent that sacred night with

said she was on birth

slowly. "Then she lied. And you believed

I clenched my fists.

admit it, but you know it deep down. And if you still doubt it,

echoed, confused and

hits five months," Mom said, "your wolves will be able to sense it. They’ll know if the pups

quiet, my jaw clenched tight.

They were ours.

lot of things, but she definitely didn’t fuck other men while with us. Yes, we didn’t meet her as a

full of threat. "Whether those babies are ours or not,

the smug expression just a bit. But before she could

not the one who forged that letter?" he snapped,

I froze.

made sense. She had every reason to forge that letter. If she could really sell Olivia to traffickers, then there is nothing she can’t do. But can a fourteen-year-old Anita do such? That letter was well written. The hurtful words were too deep for a fourteen-year-old to think about and write—and certainly not someone

her. "Is that true, Anita?" I asked, suspicious thick in

forth between

even know what letter you’re talking about,"

confused. "I didn’t write anything. I don’t even know what you all are talking about. I didn’t do anything of such.