Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 167

167 Jealous Of Her

Louis‘ POV

Instead of heading to the training grounds like I should have, I made my way to Anita’s

room.

Not because I wanted to. Hell, I’d rather claw my own eyes out than see her again. But I’d been given a task–a necessary one. I had to interrogate her. To find out if she was really pregnant… and whether those babies could be ours.

But beneath all the anger, I was worried.

Anita would never risk cheating on us. She wasn’t that stupid. So if she really was pregnant… there was a chance the babies were ours.

My wolf growled in frustration at the thought. I sighed and pushed her door open–it was unlocked.

I stepped inside and saw Anita seated at her dresser, her two maids fussing over her like she was some damn queen.

My frown deepened.

They all froze when they saw me–shocked, clearly not expecting my presence.

I narrowed my eyes at the maids.

“How dare you,” I snapped, my voice cold and sharp. “How dare you dress her like royalty?”

Their hands dropped instantly from her hair, their eyes going wide.

“She’s nothing but a concubine,” I said harshly, glaring at Anita. “And she’s been stripped of even that title. She no longer holds any position in this house.”

The room went dead silent. One of the maids looked like she wanted to speak but quickly thought better of it.

I stepped further into the room, my voice loud and authoritative. “She’s not to be pampered. She’s not to be served. From now on, no one in this house is to wait on her Is that clear?”

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Both maids nodded quickly.

“Now, leave us,” I ordered.

They bowed their heads and rushed out, not daring to say a word. And then it was just me and Anita.

She stood slowly, looking pale but trying to hold her head high.

“Why are you here, Alpha Louis?” she asked, looking a bit panicked.

I didn’t respond. I just looked down at her belly.

It was flat. No visible bump. I narrowed my gaze, studying her with suspicion.

“How far along are you again?” I asked, my voice tight.

Anita’s lips curved slightly, pride flashing in her eyes. “Almost three months.”

Three months.

I frowned deeper, still staring at her stomach. I felt… nothing. No instinct. No pull. My wolf remained silent. No connection. No bond. Just a void where fatherly instinct should be.

“You don’t look pregnant,” I muttered.

As if reading my thoughts, she folded her arms over her chest and said softly, “T healers said my baby bump will start showing by the fourth month.”

I looked back up at her, my expression hard. “How can you be pregnant?” I asked sharply. “You were on heat. You shouldn’t have been on heat if you were already pregnant.”

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She blinked… then looked away.

“I was never on heat,” she said quietly, almost too low to hear. “I faked it.”

My frown deepened.

“What?” I growled.

She finally looked up again,/meeting my eyes. “I just… I wanted you all to touch me again. I wanted all of you to want me. So I pretended. I acted like I was in heat, like I needed you.”

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I took a step back, fury and disbelief clashing in my chest. “Why am I not surprised.”

She lifted her chin. “I was just… horny. Lonely. Desperate. I thought if I could be close to you again, you’d love me like before. If you touched me, maybe you’d remember.”

I stared at her, disgusted.

“How the hell did my brothers and I end up with a bitch like you?” I spat, my voice full of anger and hate.

Anita flinched, but I didn’t care.

“Years ago,” I said coldly, “you were always following Olivia around like a damn shadow. Wherever she went, there you were. Clinging to her, copying her, smiling like a fool every time one of us looked your way.”

I stepped closer, fury bubbling in my

chest.