Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 169

Chapter 169: Slap Him

Olivia’s POV

A heavy silence filled the combat ground. Everyone was watching, but I only looked at Lennox. Our eyes met, and I saw the disappointment in his. It was clear—this fight meant everything to him... and he had just lost it.

Unable to bear his gaze, I looked away. My eyes landed on his injured arm. It was gushing blood, the wound deep and red. I frowned at the sight, then glanced over at Alpha Damien, whose face remained unreadable. He didn’t look pleased or angry—just blank. He gave me a short nod, then turned to Lennox.

"I believe you know the deal," Damien said calmly. "Since you lost... Olivia gets to slap you. As many times as she wants."

I swallowed hard and looked around, my heart thudding. I already knew Lennox wouldn’t agree to that. He was an Alpha—how could he let me slap him? Let me disrespect him in front of hundreds of warriors? If I did it, the news would spread like wildfire through the pack.

"Fine... she can do it," Lennox said, surprising everyone—including me. My eyes widened. I heard soft gasps from the crowd as the warriors stared in shock.

I frowned. What was he doing? What was he trying to prove?

"I’m not interested," I said.

He stepped towards me, his expression serious.

"I want you to do it," he insisted. "You need to."

I stared at him, my frown deepening. "You don’t deserve it."

His jaw clenched, but his voice remained steady. "Let yourself feel the pain, Olivia. Let yourself hit me. I deserve every bit of it."

I shook my head, stepping back. "I don’t want to—"

He stepped closer. "Yes, you will... because I deserve it."

I took a shaky step back. "Lennox, I don’t want to do this."

"But I want you to," he said. His voice didn’t rise, didn’t waver. It was calm. Almost heartbreakingly calm. "You need to."

I shook my head, feeling the heat rise in my chest. "You don’t get to decide what I need—"

"Think of the pain," he gently interrupted. "Think of everything I’ve done to you."

My lips parted. I stood there, fists clenched, breath trembling.

But I still didn’t move.

He stepped closer again, his voice low and rough. "Think of our wedding night... the pain you endured."

The memory struck me like a blade to the heart. Tears stung my eyes. My hands tightened into fists at my sides.

Yet, I remained unmoved.

"Remember when we accused you of stealing? When we humiliated you in front of the pack?"

turned my face away, my chest rising and falling

I struck you without even hearing your

My hand twitched.

my eyes. "You

down my

make me do this,"

you," he replied. "I’m asking you. Begging you. Let me feel

my eyes. My hand

dropped

more, his voice raw now. "Hit me, Olivia. For the pain. For the

My fingers curled.

Tears flowed freely now.

hate you," I

"I know."

raised my hand

And this time—

I slapped him.

from the force,

Didn’t move.

to

he said quietly. "For when we

Slap.

we

Slap.

word we uttered. Every time we treated you like

Slap.

strike carried a memory. Each memory tore

The rage. The

surged to the surface like fire under my

nights you needed us," he said

Slap.

lost count of how many times I struck

ache in my arm, the tremble in my bones, the burning in my lungs as I sobbed and hit and sobbed

finally—I had nothing

vision blurred. And I just

cheek was swollen,

But he stood still.

I stood, I didn’t know what to feel. Relief? No. It

stepped up beside me and spoke casually. "Even

man,

Damien said, wrapping his

flinched, and my eyes

noticed it—the tears brimming in

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