Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95: Excuses

Lennox's POV

We walked into Levi's room, each of us taking different positions. I headed straight for the minibar, pouring myself a glass of dry gin. Levi stood at the window, staring outside, while Louis rested his back against the wall.

We all went silent, each of us waiting for the other to speak — but it sure as hell wasn't going to be me.

I knew we had to talk. We had to address what happened back in my room. The problem was: who the hell was going to say it first?

We all kissed Olivia. We touched her. We pleasured her. And it sure seemed like we all enjoyed it, so…?

"I wasn't in my right senses," Louis suddenly said, breaking the silence.

I looked his way with a furrowed brow, silently daring him to continue.

"It was my wolf," he added stiffly, crossing his arms over his chest. "He pushed me. I didn't want to… not really."

Levi scoffed quietly from the window but didn't turn around.

"You're full of shit," he muttered.

Louis straightened up, bristling. "The fuck did you just say?"

"I said," Levi growled, finally spinning around to face us, his eyes flashing, "you're lying to yourself. We all are."

A tense silence fell again. I stared into my glass of dry gin, swirling it slowly, trying to gather my thoughts — trying to find a fucking excuse.

Finally, I shrugged, forcing out a cold laugh.

"I don't know what came over me," I said. "Maybe… maybe it's been too long since I fucked anyone. She was just—" I paused, gritting my teeth. "She was naked and I got turned on."

Louis made a low, disbelieving noise. "Yeah, sure. Like that's all it was."

I slammed the glass down on the counter, the sharp crack echoing in the room.

"What do you want me to say?" I snapped. "That I liked it? That I liked touching her, tasting her?"

My hands curled into fists at the memory — the way she tasted, the way she clung to me like I was the only thing anchoring her to this world.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, raking a hand through my hair. "It was just… a moment of weakness. Nothing more."

Levi gave a humorless laugh. "Weakness? You call that weakness?"

He paced the room like a caged animal, running a hand down his face.

We all fell silent again, our words settling heavily in the room.

"I mean, it's not like we're in love with her or anything," I said quickly, needing to fill the silence, needing to convince myself as much as them. "It was just… physical."

"Right," Louis agreed, but his voice lacked any real conviction. "Just a release."

"So she's just a body," Levi asked. "A way to get it out of our system?"

I nodded, clenching my jaw so hard it hurt.

"Exactly," I said. "It doesn't mean shit. She doesn't mean shit."

But the words tasted like ash in my mouth.

Because we all knew it wasn't true.

Because right now, if any one of us walked back into that room, saw her lying there — flushed, wrecked, trembling for us — we'd be powerless to resist.

Because she wasn't just a body.

She was ours.

We've loved that girl all our lives.

And no amount of excuses, no amount of hatred, was going to change that.