Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: The Plan

Lennox's POV

I stormed through the corridor, fists clenched at my sides. Rage pulsed through every inch of me like a wildfire I couldn't put out.

I didn't know his name—but I could feel him. On her. In her words. In the way her eyes sparkled when she talked about him. Whoever he was, he had already touched what was mine.

And I was going to find him.

I spotted Louis coming my way.

"Lennox?" he frowned, stepping toward me. "What the hell's wrong—?"

"We need to talk," I snapped, my voice cutting like ice. "Now. In my room."

I didn't wait for him to agree. Didn't care if he followed. But he did.

I walked fast, needing space to breathe but knowing I wouldn't get it until this pressure in my chest exploded. The moment we were inside my room, I slammed the door hard enough to rattle the frame and turned on him.

"She said she's going to take a lover," I growled.

His face blanked, like he hadn't heard me right. "What?"

"Olivia," I hissed. Just saying her name made my gut twist. "She told me she's going to pick a male. Since we're allowed concubines, she figured she should get one too."

He didn't say a word.

"She said she hasn't chosen yet," I went on, pacing the room, trying to outrun the images her words had burned into my brain. "But she described him."

I stopped and met his gaze. "He already touched her. Left marks. Hickeys." My voice dropped, rough and bitter. "She said he kissed her like she was the moon, the stars, the whole damn universe."

Louis didn't move. Just watched me with that maddening calm. I couldn't read him. And maybe that's what made my gut coil even tighter.

"She said his mouth moaned for her," I added, each word tasting like poison. "That he worshipped her body with his hands."

Louis's jaw twitched—just a flick—but I saw it.

"She's playing games," I spat, mostly to myself now. "Trying to provoke us. Maybe it's someone from the staff. Maybe she already has him, and she thinks she can flaunt it like she's in control."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "She didn't say a name."

Louis raised an eyebrow, too casually. "You asked?"

"Of course I did," I snapped. "But she was smug about it. Like it was a secret she was savoring."

He nodded slowly, too slowly. "So what are you going to do?"

I didn't answer right away.

Because I didn't know.

All I could see was her face when she talked about him. All I could feel was the red haze in my vision and the tightness in my fists.

"I'll find out who he is," I said, voice low, but filled with rage. "And when I do…"

I didn't finish the sentence.

Didn't need to.

Louis just nodded. Said nothing. Not a single damn word and that annoyed me even more. Why wasn't he angry? Why was he so calm?

"Louis, you don't seem bothered about it," I said through gritted teeth, staring him down. Olivia was our mate; he was supposed to be furious at the thought of another man touching her, yet here he was looking so calm, like it was normal.

"I think Olivia is just messing with you," he replied evenly. "She carries our marks, Lennox. If another man touched her, we'd know. Our wolves would've felt it. You know that, right?"

For a moment, I pondered Louis's words. If Olivia was being touched by another man apart from my brothers and me, then our wolves would definitely have alerted us. But our wolves didn't, so that means…

"There is no man?" I asked.