Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Anita’s Knows

Louis's POV

"Louis, is there something you're keeping from us?" Levi asked, suspicion lacing his tone. His eyes were sharp, studying me like he could see right through my skin. Unease twisted in my gut, but I masked it with a scowl.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked, feigning anger, forcing my voice to sound steady.

Levi didn't flinch. If anything, his expression hardened. "I called Alpha Thor," he said calmly, "asked him what happened at his party. He apologized—told me someone drugged your drink." He paused, his gaze narrowing. "So tell me, Louis—who was the woman who detoxed you? Whose fingers were on you?"

His words hit like a whip. He wasn't asking. He already knew—or thought he did.

"I did," came a voice from behind us.

I turned, heart sinking as Anita stepped into the field, composed and unapologetic, dressed in silk like she owned the damn world.

Levi narrowed his eyes. "Anita," he said flatly.

She smiled sweetly, tilting her head. "Yes, me. Louis came to my room last night, and we fucked… a really good fuck." She smirked.

Where I stood, I stared at her in disbelief, wondering why she was lying.

Levi looked back at me. "You could've just said so. I thought you slept with one of the staff while you were drugged. Why didn't you just say it was Anita?" he snapped in anger but also in relief.

It hit me then—he didn't think it was Olivia, he was worried that it was a servant. He had no idea it was Olivia. That was a relief, at least.

"See you around." Levi tapped my shoulder and walked off, leaving me alone with Anita.

Turning to face her, our eyes locked.

"Why?" I asked, without wasting a second.

She scoffed and glared at me. "Is that your thank you, Alpha Louis?" she asked, lifting her perfectly shaped brow.

I didn't answer. I knew Anita too well. She was up to something.

I stayed silent, watching Anita's sharp eyes as they flickered with something darker than mischief—jealousy, rage, obsession maybe. She took a step closer, close enough for me to smell her perfume—rich, overpowering, nothing like Olivia's soft scent that still clung to me, no matter how many times I tried to wash it away.

"I saw you, Louis," she said, her voice dropping, teeth gritted. "I saw you enter Olivia's room last night."

My jaw clenched. I didn't move, didn't speak. I should've known.

"I also know you didn't fuck her," she went on, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. "But you touched her." Her lips curled. "You are hiding it from your brothers, aren't you?"

I felt my breath hitch in my chest. My silence was already an answer.

"Why did you lie?" I asked, voice low, eyes locked on hers. "Why would you say we—"

She stared at me, furious. "What does she have that I don't, Louis?!"