Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 349: Hurt

Olivia’s POV

"What is wrong?" Louis asked, concern plain on his face.

"Olivia... please, you need to come home. We have something to discuss with you," my mother pleaded through the mind link again.

My frown deepened. "I’m not in the mood to see you, Mother. I’ll come home when I feel like it." I didn’t give her the chance to argue before cutting the link.

When I looked up, Louis was already on his feet, striding toward me with that same worried look. His eyes scanned me, as if he could pull the truth out without me saying a word.

I sighed and sat on the bed. He came closer, squatting in front of me. "It’s nothing," I said quietly. "My mother wants me back home, but I don’t want to go."

Louis tilted his head, not convinced. His gaze softened, but there was a sharp edge to his voice when he asked, "It’s not really about your mother, is it? ... Is it Lennox and Levi?"

I swallowed hard, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my lips. "I don’t want to talk about them right now, and yes, it was my mother, not them."

Louis studied me for a moment longer, then finally sighed. "Fine. Then you don’t have to go home. Stay here with me."

His words warmed me, and I nodded. He gave me one last searching look before rising to his feet. "I’ll go shower."

whispered, watching him disappear

after another. I had been ignoring Lennox and Levi’s mind links. I told myself it was punishment—that shutting them out was the price they had to pay for fighting each other, for letting our bond weaken. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t just their punishment. It was mine too. Every time I ignored them, my chest ached. Not

should go to

around myself and shook my head. "No. Not this time. They need to fix this themselves. I can’t always be the bridge holding

growled, impatient. "They are Alphas, Olivia. They have pride, they have egos. None of them will admit they are wrong. None of them will bow first. That is why you are their mate. It’s your

too tired to argue

towel slung low around his waist, his hair damp and dripping down his temple. My eyes betrayed me, tracing over the sharp lines of his chest, the ridges of his abs, the water glistening on his skin. Heat stirred low in my stomach before

back—the way his strength had crushed me into ecstasy, the way he had pushed me past every limit until I broke in his arms. Goddess, I wanted it again. I wanted him again. Right here, right now, dripping wet and looking like

my chest. I imagined walking up to him, tugging that towel free, feeling him harden against me, bending under his

it would be selfish now. I was drained, still sore. My wolf might crave his dominance

my palm as I fought the urge to move. My wolf snarled with

to be caught fantasizing. But before I could even tease him, a sudden pain ripped through my

side as

me instantly. "Olivia?

wrong," I panted, already reaching for his hand. The bond was

wolf guiding me. The familiar scent of blood hit me first—Levi’s blood. I followed it through the mansion halls, heart pounding, until I burst into Levi’s

made

deep, ugly cut along his ribs. Levi’s eyes snapped up first, widening when he saw me. Lennox turned too, his face tight with surprise. For a heartbeat, silence fell—just the three of