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..."

fixed on him. I hate that

pushed up 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 trying to pull her closer to you like that. You already have Olivia wrapped around your finger—you don’t

the same time, I

all this while, finally stood up and stepped between us, separating Levi from me. "Both of you, stop it,"

it should be me. Not you. And definitely not over Olivia." He exhaled sharply, his shoulders tense. "We have a serious problem with Frederick breathing down our necks,

the weight of Louis’s words. My chest heaved as I glared past him at Levi. The anger was

what, Levi? If having Olivia all to yourself is what will help you sleep soundly at night, then take her.

on my heel and walked out, my

stance straight and formal, but his

the heads," he said simply, giving me a curt nod before turning toward the pack

was 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,

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 the chandeliers, and every gaze briefly

moved to his

My mind was miles away, still locked in that room with Levi, still staring into his accusing eyes. Every so often, a voice from the table would drag me back,