Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30: Not happy

Levi's POV

"Congratulations." A pack member offered his well-wishes, and I only nodded in response. The hall was filled with celebration; the pack members seemed genuinely happy. It felt like a real wedding. My eyes swept across the room, taking in the joy on their faces, and then they landed on Anita. She was beaming, chatting animatedly with a group of she-wolves.

She looked happy. She looked fulfilled.

She was satisfied being our concubine.

And me? I should be happy, too. This was exactly what I wanted—maybe not entirely, but it was what I had decided. A punishment for Olivia. I knew making Anita our concubine would wound her deeply, and that was precisely my intention. I wanted her to suffer, to taste even a fraction of the pain she had put me through.

But sitting here, watching her, I felt nothing. No satisfaction. No victory. Only an unsettling weight in my chest, like I had made a mistake.

"Of course, you have, and I'll be here when you start regretting it," my wolf sneered at me.

Where I was seated, I growled and looked in Olivia's direction. She was still seated in her chair, but I knew she was zoning out. She seemed lost, like she was deep in thought. And from where I sat, two seats away from her, I felt uncomfortable. I looked at my brothers, and we exchanged gazes. Just like me, they didn't seem happy with the decision we made to make Anita our concubine. Then why the fuck did we do it?

An unfamiliar feeling crept into my chest. This wasn't how I imagined it. I thought seeing Olivia hurt would give me satisfaction—would make me feel vindicated. But seeing her so still, so quiet… it tore at something inside me.

Anita caught my gaze and smiled warmly, giving me a small wave. I forced a smile back. She was beautiful, no doubt about that, and she seemed genuinely happy to be named our concubine. I should be content. But all I could think about was how Olivia hadn't said a word the entire evening—hadn't even looked in my direction or that of my brothers.

"Idiot," my wolf growled. "You still love her."

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the voice, but it was no use. The truth was as clear as day. I wanted Olivia. I wanted her eyes blazing with anger, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. I wanted her stubbornness and her fire. I wanted everything that made her Olivia.

Anita approached, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Alpha Levi, are you okay?" she asked sweetly.

I forced a nod, not trusting my voice. "Just… tired."

Her eyes softened with concern. "It's been a long day. Maybe we four can slip away soon?"

I growled as my gaze slid back to Olivia. She hadn't moved, her face still expressionless, and it drove me insane. I couldn't stand it anymore. Abruptly, I stood, making Anita step back in surprise.

"I need some air," I mumbled before striding out of the hall. I heard Anita calling after me, but I ignored her, pushing the doors open and stepping into the cool night air. I didn't stop walking until I reached the training grounds.

My wolf rumbled in disapproval. "You messed up."

I ran a hand through my hair, frustration bubbling inside me. "I just wanted her to feel a fraction of the pain she caused me," I whispered to myself.