Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Jealousy

Louis' POV

I was trying my hardest not to lose my shit.

"Anita, your claws aren't accessories," I gritted out, adjusting her stance with a flick to her wrist. "Use them like you mean it."

She blinked up at me, confused—again. "Like… this?"

I barely stopped myself from sighing. For the sixth time today, I nodded, even though her form was a mess. "Sure. Let's go with that."

I was already pissed off.

Trying to teach Anita was like trying to explain quantum physics to a goldfish. She kept swaying her hips more than throwing a punch, batting her lashes like it was some sort of mating ritual.

"Stop posing and punch," I snapped, blocking her weak jab effortlessly.

"But you said to use my hips!" she whined.

"For balance, not seduction." I sighed, stepping back. "You know what, just—watch the others for a second."

I turned away, annoyed, wiping sweat from my brow, and that's when I saw them.

Across the field, near the edge of the training grounds I spotted Levi and… Olivia.

Something in me instantly sharpened. My eyes locked on them, and the rest of the world faded.

Olivia stood in nothing but her red lace lingerie.

My heart slammed into my chest.

What the actual—

I watched her pull down her pants slowly, confidently, her golden hair catching the sunlight, her bare back straight and proud. My throat went dry.

She was stripping in front of him.

And Levi? The bastard couldn't tear his eyes off her. His expression was raw—hungry. His wolf was barely contained.

I felt mine rise, growling inside, jealous rage licking through my veins. I knew I shouldn't be jealous. Levi was also her mate and I hated her, so why was I this jealous?

Then… she unclasped her bra.

I took a step forward unconsciously, like my body betrayed me. My jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might snap.

She dropped the bra to the grass.

Her breasts bounced slightly, perfect, full, beautiful—and Levi was drinking her in like she was made for him.

Fuck.

I wanted to look away. I should've looked away. But I couldn't.

She slid off her panties next, and I nearly growled out loud. The red lace joined the rest of her clothes on the grass, and she stood there naked and fucking sexy.

My cock twitched.

She shifted then, fur exploding where skin had been, her brown wolf sleek and fierce. Levi followed suit, his wolf form strong and massive. They charged each other like it was second nature, colliding mid-air.

I gritted my teeth. My fists clenched at my sides.

They were… playing. Training. Fighting.

But it looked like foreplay.

They were touching too much. Too close. Too familiar.

Then—fuck me—Olivia shifted back. Human. Naked.

And Levi—he shifted too. Hovered over her like he owned her. Like he was claiming her. His body caged hers, his hips flush against hers.

I saw the way she arched beneath him.

I saw the way his hand pressed into the earth beside her head.

My entire chest burned with jealousy, anger, and possession.

She didn't push him away.

Her lips parted.

Her legs shifted wider beneath him.

Fucking hell.

I stormed forward before I even knew what I was doing.

"Levi?" My voice cracked across the field like thunder.

They froze.

Levi looked back, his expression a twisted mix of anger and frustration. Olivia shoved him off, scrambling for her clothes. Her cheeks were red. Her body—my goddess, I shouldn't have seen it like that, not like this.

"What the actual fuck?" I muttered, blinking like I was hallucinating.

Olivia didn't look at me.

She couldn't.