Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: Regrets

Olivia's POV

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What the hell was I thinking? Letting Lennox touch me?

With panting breath and anger-filled eyes, I stared at Lennox, who was staring back at me—only his gaze was blank.

Quickly, I covered myself with the blanket and looked him straight in the eyes. "We are going to pretend this never happened, Lennox," I said quickly. "I don't want anyone to know, especially your brothers," I warned, and Lennox frowned.

His jaw twitched, his eyes narrowing. "And who the fuck said I wanted them to know?" he snapped.

My frown deepened.

"I'm the one supposed to be telling you this! That is supposed to be my line," he said in anger, and my anger intensified.

"Get out," I ordered, pointing at the door.

But Lennox didn't move. Rather, he kept staring at me with panting breath like he was seconds away from reaching for me.

I frowned. "Get out, Alpha Lennox, or else I will scream and draw the attention of your brothers. I believe you wouldn't want them to know what just happened between us?" I threatened.

Lennox didn't look like he was bothered by my threats, but he only growled before storming out of my room and slamming the door shut.

I let out a shaky breath the moment the door slammed behind him. My hands trembled as I clutched the blanket tighter around my naked body.

"Stupid, Olivia. Stupid!" I hissed at myself, dragging a hand through my tangled hair.

This wasn't supposed to happen. This couldn't happen.

My cheeks flamed with both anger and humiliation as flashes of what had just happened invaded my mind. His hands—his mouth—his voice growling my name like I belonged to him.

I buried my face into my hands, letting out a muffled scream.

Why the fuck did I let it get this far?

No—scratch that. Why the fuck did I even start touching myself in the first place?

God, if I hadn't been so fucking horny, if I hadn't let my body betray me, if I had just gone to sleep—he wouldn't have caught me like that.

Sprawled out like a desperate mess. Moaning like a bitch in heat.

I cursed again, my throat burning. "Fuck! What is wrong with me?"

The shame curled hot and tight in my chest as I paced the room like a caged animal. My legs were still shaking from the aftershocks. My skin still tingled from where his mouth had touched me. I could still feel the ghost of his teeth dragging along my inner thigh.

I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood.

This wasn't just a mistake. This was a goddamn catastrophe.

I should've slapped him. I should've kicked him out the second he walked in and saw me like that. But no—I froze. And then I melted. Like a fucking idiot.

"Never again," I whispered to myself, gripping the headboard for support. "This never happened. It didn't happen. It didn't fucking happen."

But no matter how many times I repeated it, the ache between my legs and the scent of him lingering on my skin said otherwise.

I needed a cold shower. And maybe a punch in the face.

Or five.

God, I hate myself.

And worse—I hate how much my body wants him again.

Wants more.

Fuck.

I stormed into the bathroom, not even bothering to grab a towel. I wanted to feel the cold. I deserved to feel it. Maybe if I froze my skin off, I could forget the feel of his hands all over me.

I turned the tap, let the water run ice-cold, and stepped in without a second thought. The shock made me gasp, my breath catching in my throat—but I stayed there, hands gripping the wall, letting the freezing water beat down on me.