Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Tonight

Lennox's POV

"She's definitely seeing someone," Anita said the moment Olivia walked out.

I groaned, slamming my fist against the desk. The mere thought of it drove me insane. But what truly pushed me over the edge were the hickeys on her neck. My suspicions were right. Someone had touched her. A man—someone other than my brothers—had dared to lay his hands on her. And the bastard had the nerve to send her white roses? Her favorite?

How the fuck did he even know that?

"I told you, Olivia is whoring around," Anita spoke again, getting on my nerves.

"Shut up!" Levi warned her. "Don't forget she is our mate! Our wife! You don't speak about her in such a manner, especially in our presence. Now get out!"

Anita opened her mouth like she wanted to argue, but the look I shot her made her think twice. She stormed out, heels pounding with anger.

A tense silence hung in the air as neither I nor my brothers spoke a word. My wolf was howling angrily inside me, and it was maddening. I knew she was still a virgin—I confirmed it last night—but yet I couldn't contain the thought that a man's hand had been on her, and he dares to send her favorite roses.

My jaw ached from grinding my teeth, and I couldn't get the image out of my head—those damn hickeys. Bright, obvious, and fresh.

She's ours.

And yet someone had dared to touch her. To mark her. To get close enough to know that white roses were her favorite.

"How the fuck would he know that?" I growled, my voice low, feral.

"Maybe she told him," Louis muttered, pacing the floor like a caged wolf. His eyes were narrowed and wild with fury. "Maybe this asshole has been around her longer than we think."

"Let's not conclude yet," Levi started, but even he looked unsure now. He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled harshly.

I slammed my fist on the desk again, hard enough to crack the wood.

"She is!" I snapped. "How else do you explain it? The marks, the flowers, the attitude? She defended that bastard Jerek like her life depended on it."

"Jerek swore on his mate," Levi said cautiously, trying to convince us. "You think he'd really risk everything like that?"

"I don't care who it is," I snarled. "If someone touched her, if someone thinks they can have her—touch what belongs to us—then I swear to the Goddess, I'll rip out his heart and feed it to the crows."

Louis let out a frustrated growl. "We should've taken her already. Claimed her fully. That way no one would dare think they have a chance."

I nodded stiffly. "That's happening. Soon. If we don't do it, Olivia might decide to give her virginity to that bastard."

The very idea of it sent a blinding red haze over my vision. Olivia—our Olivia—writhing under another man, giving away the one thing she still had left untouched. Ours to take. Ours to claim. Ours to ruin, worship, and make whole again.

"No," I said, voice low and deadly. "She won't."

"She won't what?" Louis asked, though the look in his eyes said he already knew.