Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Lost The right

Olivia's POV

I tried to focus on my training with Jerek, but today… today was different.

Every time I glanced across the field, my eyes inevitably landed on Levi. He was sparring with Anita. No, they weren't sparring—they were more like flirting, as if they were the only two people in the world. They were laughing, and that sick feeling twisted in my stomach, even though I tried to ignore it. I tried so hard to pretend it didn't bother me, but it did.

I bit my lip, trying to concentrate on Jerek's instructions, but the image of Anita's hands on Levi and the way they exchanged those looks… I couldn't shake it. The jealousy was eating me up, and it made me sick to my stomach.

And then, suddenly, a memory came rushing back—one I hadn't thought about in years.

I was thirteen, barely old enough to understand the complex emotions I was feeling, but that didn't stop it. I had seen Levi with a girl. They were talking and laughing, and he was smiling at her in that way that made my heart skip, that same smile I thought was only for me. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand the way she looked at him, the way he laughed with her, the way she made him smile like that.

I remember running away from them, feeling a tight knot of jealousy twist in my chest. I didn't understand it then, didn't know what to do with it, so I ran—just ran, as far as my legs would take me.

But Levi noticed. Of course, he did. He always noticed when something was wrong with me.

He found me a few minutes later, breathless, standing by the tree near the back of the pack house. He was so calm, like he always was, and I hated how easily he could make everything feel like it would be okay, even when it wasn't.

"What's wrong, Liv?" he asked, his voice low and gentle, but his eyes searching mine.

I refused to tell him. I didn't know how to explain it, how to admit that seeing him with another girl made my chest feel tight, like I was suffocating. So, I stayed silent.

But Levi seemed to understand. His brow furrowed, and his voice softened as he stepped closer.

"Do you hate it when I smile at other girls?" he asked, his tone still quiet, but it sounded serious.

The question hit me like a punch to the gut. I looked away, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. It wasn't something I could easily admit, not even to him. But the truth was, I hated it. I hated it so much that it felt like it was tearing me apart from the inside. I hated seeing triplets smiling at another girl.

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."

Levi studied me for a moment, as if weighing my words. And then, without hesitation, he smiled at me. It wasn't the same smile he gave to that girl, but it was still a smile—gentle and sincere, like he understood me in a way no one else did.

"I won't smile at any other girl again," he said, his voice firm but filled with promise.

I lifted my eyes as I stared at him.

"Promise?"