Chapter 105: Little Warrior
Lennox's POV
"Fuck!" I cursed, pulling out of Anita's mouth—but it was too late.
Olivia had already caught us.
Where I was seated, I felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar—except this wasn't candy, and the shame cut deeper. My wolf growled inside me, restless and furious. Shamefully, I looked at Olivia, but instead of the reaction I expected, what I saw baffled me.
No wide eyes. No trembling lips. No gasp of heartbreak.
She didn't look like she cared at all. She stared at us like it was nothing—like this was normal. And somehow, that made everything feel worse. What kind of woman walks in on her mate—her husband—receiving head from another and doesn't show the slightest flicker of pain?
Without sparing me a glance, Olivia turned to Anita, who was now standing, still wearing that smug little smirk.
"Why did you send Nora and Lolita out on an errand?" Olivia asked coldly.
Anita scoffed and crossed her arms. "They're maids. I wanted something, so I sent them. Is that a crime now?"
Olivia took one step forward.
Just one.
But the entire energy in the room shifted.
"Nora and Lolita are my personal maids," Olivia said, her tone sharper now. "You have your maids, Anita. Don't touch what isn't yours."
Anita chuckled and took a step toward Olivia. "And if I do? What are you going to do about it?" she challenged.
A small smile curled at the left corner of Olivia's lips, and then she took a step forward, standing just an inch away from Anita, her glare staring directly at Anita.
"Then I'll remind you exactly who I am. I'm Luna Olivia Luciano. I'm legally married to the triplets. I'm their queen. And you?" She paused and eyed Anita from head to toe.
"You are just a whore… a woman marked to warm their bed. Don't confuse your position with mine."
A suffocating silence hung in the air for a moment before Olivia continued.
"Don't dare me Anita… if you still like this position of being their concubine, then I will advise you to stick to warming their bed and stay off my way… this is your last warning."
Anita stepped back, angry. "You're threatening me?"
Olivia tilted her head, smiling coldly. "You forgot your place. I'm just reminding you."
Anita looked to me then, clearly expecting me to speak up in her defense.
But I didn't.
I couldn't.
In truth, I felt like shit.
And what hurt the most?
Olivia hadn't looked at me. Not once. Not even a flash of disappointment in her eyes.
And somehow, that made me feel like the smallest man alive.
"I will take my leave." With that, she turned and left, acting like I was invisible.
"Olivia…" I said quietly, unsure what I was even asking for.
She didn't turn.
She didn't speak.
She just walked away.
As soon as Olivia walked out and the door closed behind her, the room went completely silent. I just sat there, frozen. My pants were still undone, my heart was racing, and shame hit me like a wave.
There were times I wouldn't care if she saw this. In fact, there were times I would want her to walk in and see this, but not anymore. I couldn't explain it, but I would do anything just to prevent her from seeing this.
Anita turned to me, her voice sharp for someone who is sick. "Did you see that? Did you see how she spoke to me?"
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