Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 330: Jealous

Lennox’s POV

A tense silence hung in the air as the three of us sat there. My jaw clenched, and finally, I snapped, my voice cutting through the stillness. "What’s the meaning of this attitude, Levi?" I growled, my eyes narrowing on him.

Levi didn’t flinch. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, calm in a way that only stoked my anger. "Someone has to call you out," he said calmly. "You’re acting like Olivia is only mated to you."

Rage shot through my veins. My hands curled into fists at my sides. "So, you still haven’t changed, Levi? You still have that seed of jealousy toward me," I spat.

And I wasn’t lying. Levi had always been the perfect one among the three of us—calm, composed, measured—but he carried a spirit of jealousy. Not for anyone else... only for me. He used to think I always had the best, that I took the best. It was a shadow that trailed us when we were growing up, something that created distance between us. But later... he changed. Or at least, I believed he did. He outgrew it, or so I thought. Which is why I don’t know where this is coming from now.

Levi’s jaw ticked, but he met my glare head-on. "I’m not jealous, Lennox. She’s ours. But you keep pushing like you’re the only one who matters, like the rest of us should stand back and wait for scraps."

My wolf snarled inside me, furious at his words. "Scraps?" I echoed, my angry voice booming around the room. "That’s what you think this is about? You were the first to make love to Olivia alone. Did you think I didn’t know?" I leaned forward, my glare burning into him. "I wasn’t angry then, Levi. I didn’t get jealous. So why the hell are you angry now just because she and I made out?"

Levi’s face hardened, his jaw ticking. "This isn’t about sex, Lennox..."

snapped at him while rising to my feet, my anger-filled eyes fixed on him. I hate that we are

from his seat, closing the distance between us until only inches remained. His hard glare never wavered. "All I’m saying is, stop being manipulative, Lennox. Stop

words angered me, but at the same time, I

all this while, finally stood up and stepped between us,

exhaled sharply, his shoulders tense. "We have a serious problem

room went silent again, heavy with the weight of Louis’s words. My chest heaved as I glared past him at Levi. The anger was still there,

take her. Have her." My voice was filled with hurt. "I don’t need to

reply, I turned on my heel and walked out, my wolf pacing inside me, torn between rage

me, his stance straight and

have a meeting with the heads," he said simply, giving me a curt nod before turning

still restless, pacing inside me, clawing at my chest. The walk to the hall was quiet, my mind replaying every word Levi had thrown at me. Manipulative. Wrapped around my finger. Scraps. Each tore into me... I’m the type of man whose words get into me easily,

low thud. The room was already filled with the pack heads, their voices low, conversations blending into a muted hum. The long, polished table gleamed under the golden light of

my expression neutral, but my jaw was tight. Dustin moved to his place, and the meeting began almost immediately—reports of border

in that room with Levi, still staring into his accusing eyes. Every so often, a voice from the table would drag me back, only