Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468: Wrong?

Olivia’s POV

I turned slowly, my pulse hammering in my ears. Louis stood by the door, his face pale with fury, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with disbelief. For a long, terrible moment, no one said a word. The silence was deafening, thick with disbelief, guilt, and something worse—disappointment.

Louis’s voice came again, lower this time but sharper, like a blade. "Tell me I’m not seeing this."

"Louis—" Levi started, but Louis cut him off with a bitter laugh that sounded nothing like him.

"Are you for real right now, Levi? Here?" His voice cracked with rage. "In the damn study while Lennox is lying there, fighting for his life?"

The words hit like a slap. Shame burned through me. I pulled away from Levi, clutching the edge of the desk, trying to catch my breath. My body trembled—not from desire now, but from humiliation. My throat felt tight, the weight of Louis’s stare crushing me.

"Louis, please," I whispered, my voice shaking. "It’s not—"

"Not what?" he snapped, his eyes flashing. "Not what it looks like? Because it looks exactly what it looks like, Olivia."

Levi stepped forward then, his jaw clenched. "Enough," he said firmly, trying to keep his tone calm. "You don’t get to talk to her like that."

Louis turned to him, his anger flaring hotter. "Don’t you dare defend this, Levi. You should be ashamed too. Lennox would—" He stopped himself, his voice breaking for a second before he forced it back under control. "He would be disgusted."

Levi’s nostrils flared. "You think I don’t care about him?"

"Doesn’t look like it," Louis shot back, his tone dripping with contempt. "While he’s dying, you’re in here doing this. How can you two even think of sex in a time like this? Disgraceful."

My wolf whined inside me. The pleasure that had filled me moments ago died instantly.

Levi took a step closer, his voice dropping into a growl. "Watch your words, Louis."

"Oh, I am," Louis spat. "Because someone has to say them!"

The air between them grew heated. Both brothers stood face-to-face now—Levi’s fury meeting Louis’s heartbreak. I could see it in both their eyes—the love they had for Lennox, the guilt, the frustration, the grief twisting into anger.

I stepped forward weakly, my voice breaking. "Please, stop. Both of you."

But they didn’t stop.

Louis jabbed a finger toward Levi’s chest. "You think sleeping with her helps anything? Can’t you keep your dick away for even a moment? You’ve completely lost it!"

Levi grabbed his wrist, his grip tight but not violent. "You don’t know what you’re talking about."

"I know enough!" Louis snapped, jerking free. "You’re both out of control!"

Tears stung my eyes. I could barely speak. "Louis, please..." I whispered again, but my voice faltered. "It’s not what you think."

Louis turned to me then, and the look in his eyes broke something inside me. It wasn’t just anger—it was hurt. Deep, personal hurt.

He shook his head slowly. "No, Olivia," he said quietly. "It’s exactly what I think."

He turned and stormed out, the door slamming behind him so hard the sound echoed down the hall.

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