Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Jealous

Lennox’s POV

A tense silence hung in the air as the three of us sat there. My jaw clenched, and finally, I snapped, my voice cutting through the stillness. "What’s the meaning of this attitude, Levi?" I growled, my eyes narrowing on him.

Levi didn’t flinch. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, calm in a way that only stoked my anger. "Someone has to call you out," he said calmly. "You’re acting like Olivia is only mated to you."

Rage shot through my veins. My hands curled into fists at my sides. "So, you still haven’t changed, Levi? You still have that seed of jealousy toward me," I spat.

And I wasn’t lying. Levi had always been the perfect one among the three of us—calm, composed, measured—but he carried a spirit of jealousy. Not for anyone else... only for me. He used to think I always had the best, that I took the best. It was a shadow that trailed us when we were growing up, something that created distance between us. But later... he changed. Or at least, I believed he did. He outgrew it, or so I thought. Which is why I don’t know where this is coming from now.

Levi’s jaw ticked, but he met my glare head-on. "I’m not jealous, Lennox. She’s ours. But you keep pushing like you’re the only one who matters, like the rest of us should stand back and wait for scraps."

My wolf snarled inside me, furious at his words. "Scraps?" I echoed, my angry voice booming around the room. "That’s what you think this is about? You were the first to make love to Olivia alone. Did you think I didn’t know?" I leaned forward, my glare burning into him. "I wasn’t angry then, Levi. I didn’t get jealous. So why the hell are you angry now just because she and I made out?"

Levi’s face hardened, his jaw ticking. "This isn’t about sex, Lennox..."

"Then what is it about?" I snapped at him while rising to my feet, my anger-filled eyes fixed on him. I hate that we are in this situation... I hate having a fight with any of them, and now especially because of Olivia.

Levi pushed up from his seat, closing the distance between us until only inches remained. His hard glare never wavered. "All I’m saying is, stop being manipulative, Lennox. Stop trying to pull her closer to you like that. You already have Olivia wrapped around your finger—you don’t need to do more."

My frown deepened. His words angered me, but at the same time, I was hurt by his words... How could he think I was being manipulative?

Louis, who had been quiet all this while, finally stood up and stepped between us, separating Levi from me. "Both of you, stop it," he snapped.

He turned his glare on Levi first. "I’m the last-born here, Levi. If anyone should be acting out and throwing tantrums, it should be me. Not you. And definitely not over Olivia." He exhaled sharply, his shoulders tense. "We have a serious problem with Frederick breathing down our necks, and you two are standing here ready to tear each other apart over this? Do you even hear how foolish this sounds?"

The room went silent again, heavy with the weight of Louis’s words. My chest heaved as I glared past him at Levi. The anger was still there, but under it was pain. I was pained that Levi had such thoughts about me.

I shook my head slowly. "You know what, Levi? If having Olivia all to yourself is what will help you sleep soundly at night, then take her. Have her." My voice was filled with hurt. "I don’t need to fight my own brother just to prove something that was never in question."

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