Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86: Regret

Louis' POV

I walked back into my room feeling pissed off. I didn't even care that Olivia had slapped me in public, which was a taboo. All I regretted was the name whore I called her, and I knew soon it would start spreading like wildfire.

Raged, I hit my fist against the wall, and it hurt, but it wasn't compared to the guilt I felt deep down.

Suddenly, the door to my room pushed open and Levi walked in, his eyes narrowing at me.

"What is it I just heard?" Levi asked, sounding angry, and I didn't know if the anger was directed at me or on something else.

"You insulted Olivia? Accused Madison of being the lover? What were you thinking? Doing all that before hundreds of men!" Levi spat angrily.

His anger could be felt. He was so angry that where I stood, I had to take a step back—afraid he might attack me.

"How could you, Louis! Do you know what that means? The news will spread around the pack. Pack members will start mocking her! Calling her names!"

I couldn't look at him. I couldn't face the disgust in his eyes—not when I already hated myself enough.

"I know," I muttered hoarsely, my voice barely audible.

"You know?" Levi took a step closer, his jaw tight with fury. "Then why the hell did you do it? You called her a whore, Louis. In front of everyone!"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "It slipped out. I was angry. I—"

"You think that's a damn excuse?" Levi roared, his eyes glowing with the faint shimmer of his wolf trying to surface. "You let your jealousy get the better of you."

I turned away, unable to meet his gaze, staring down at the blood trickling from my knuckles where I had hit the wall. "I didn't mean it."

"But you said it," Levi snapped. "And now that word's going to stick to her like a curse. You branded her in front of the pack."

His words hit harder than his fists ever could have. I sank onto the edge of my bed, pressing my hand against my face, trying to breathe past the guilt.

"I should have never said it," I whispered. "I was jealous. Seeing her with him… laughing. It's been years since she looked at me like that."

Levi crossed his arms, glaring down at me. "She is your mate, your wife. If you want her to laugh with you then do it… make her laugh and stop being jealous over someone doing it," he spat in anger.

I frowned but didn't say a word. Rather, I looked away, my wolf growling angrily inside me.

"I better go talk to Olivia," Levi grunted and stormed out of the room, slamming the door hard.

A shaky breath left my lips as I continued staring at the floor, the ringing of Levi's words still echoing in my ears. She's your mate… make her laugh, stop being jealous.

I knew he was right. I knew I'd messed up so badly I wasn't sure how to come back from it.

Minutes passed in silence, my thoughts spinning faster than I could catch them, until suddenly—

Bang!

The door burst open again. Levi stood there, breathless, his expression darker than before.

"She's not here," he said flatly, his voice cracking.

I blinked, pushing myself off the bed. "What do you mean she's not here?"

"I mean she's gone, Louis." Levi stepped fully into the room, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I asked one of the guards outside. He said she left the pack house a few minutes ago. Didn't say where. Just… walked out."

My heart dropped into my stomach.

"Gone?" I echoed, my voice hollow. "Where would she go?"

Levi shook his head, his jaw clenched tight. "After what you did? Anywhere that isn't here."