Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 151

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Levi’s POV

“But I belong to you,” she whispered. “I carry your marks. I’ve warmed your beds for months. You used to come to me–regularly.”

I looked away, my frown deepening. “And we used to pretend that meant something. But it never did.”

The words hurt her. I could see it–like they cut her skin open. But I didn’t stop.

“We marked you because we wanted to hurt Olivia” I said flatly. “Not because we wanted you.”

Anita took a shaky step back. “You’re lying…”

“No,” I said. “We’re not.”

“You three never loved me?” she asked, her voice cracking.

Lennox laughed bitterly, but there was no humor in it. “We never even pretended to love you.”

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Louis added, “We lied to ourselves. Maybe to you too. But we never looked at you the way we look at her.”

Anita’s mouth trembled. “Olivia,” she said bitterly. “It’s always been her. Even when you said you hated her. Even when you claimed she meant nothing.”

My wolf surged at the mention of her name.

I took a deep breath. “Even when we hated her… we never could imagine another man touching her. Not even in theory. That’s how we should’ve known.”

Lennox nodded grimly. “Because no matter what Olivia did, we never wanted to share her.”

Louis’s voice was harsher. “And you… we could’ve shared you with anyone.”

Anita stared at the three of us, naked and trembling, but this time with more shame than heat. She didn’t argue. She only shed silent tears.

“What is so special about her, huh?” Anita snapped, her voice sharp with spite and humiliation. “What is so special about that bitch?”

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My eyes narrowed, and before I could stop myself, I growled. Loud, guttural, and threatening. “Everything” I bit out. “Every damn thing”

She flinched, but I stepped toward her anyway, the anger boiling in my chest too hot to hold back.

“You should be ashamed of yourself,” I said, my voice filled with irritation. “You both grew up together. Called her your best friend. Smiled in her face while you plotted behind her back. What kind of best friend does that, Anita?”

Her lips parted, but I didn’t give her the chance to speak.

“You seduced us,” I snapped. “You saw her pain, Olivia was alone, and you took advantage of it. You wormed your way into our beds, acting like a balm to our anger, but it was never about us, was it? You just wanted to hurt her. To take what was hers.”

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Anita’s shoulders trembled, her hands clutching the fabric of her dress tightly against her chest.

“Even after you knew she was our mate–married to us

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-you still wanted us. And we were too fucked up, too bitter, too blind to see what we were doing. But you? You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“She didn’t love you!” Anita shouted, desperate now. “She never loved any of you! She told me herself!”

“It doesn’t matter,” I interrupted, my anger reaching its peak. “You should never have betrayed her. She was your fucking best friend.”

“She never liked you…”

“I don’t believe that,” Lennox cut in harshly. “You saw it, Anita… you noticed her fall apart while you were in our beds.”

Louis moved beside us, his voice trembling with restrained anger. “You should’ve protected her. You should’ve reminded us who she was to us. Who we were. But instead, you helped destroy her.”