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

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 seeing them, not hearing them, it

restlessly. "Maybe you should go to them. Maybe you should end

head. "No. Not this time. They

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 duty to hold them together. Without you, they

let out a long breath, too tired to argue anymore. But deep down

of his chest, the ridges of his abs, the water glistening on his skin. Heat stirred low in my stomach before I

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

feeling him harden against me,

my body screamed for him, I knew it would be selfish now. I was drained, still sore. My wolf might crave his dominance again, but

the bed, nails digging into my palm as I fought the urge to move. My wolf snarled

not to be caught fantasizing.

clutching my side as my wolf howled inside me.

snapped toward me instantly.

panted, already reaching for his hand. The bond was

us both, my wolf guiding me. The familiar scent of blood hit me first—Levi’s blood. I

sight made me

the bed, his chest bared, a healer bending over him with glowing hands pressed against a 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