Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 68: Who is He

Chapter 68: Who is He

Olivia's POV

Reaching Lennox's study, I pushed the door open, and the sight that met me got me frightened. Jerek was pressed against the wall while Lennox held him by the collar of his shirt, and Louis and Levi stood by a corner.

"Tell me! Were you the one who sent those roses to our mate?" Lennox demanded, his fangs already baring out.

Jerek, who looked confused and frightened, shook his head. "No, Alpha… no… why would I do that?"

"Don't you dare lie to us," Louis grunted as he moved over to Jerek. "You are the only male close to Olivia. First, you sparred with her and second, you were her racing partner, so if anyone would dare to have a crush on her, it would be you!" Louis spat in anger.

Where I stood at the door, I was fuming with anger.

"Enough!" I shouted, my voice slicing through the thick tension in the room.

All eyes turned to me, but I didn't flinch—not even when Lennox's gaze snapped toward me, his face a storm of rage and jealousy.

"Let him go, Lennox! He didn't do anything!"

Lennox didn't even blink. His grip on Jerek's collar remained tight, knuckles pale with pressure. "Stay out of this, Olivia," he growled.

"I said let him go!" I stepped further into the room, my frown deepening. "Look at him! He's terrified! He said he didn't send the flowers!"

"I don't believe him," Lennox spat, baring his fangs. "He's the only one who's been close enough to you—touching you, training with you, laughing like you're more than just a Luna."

Jerek stammered, voice shaking. "I swear on my mate—I didn't send anything! I wouldn't dare disrespect the bond you all have with her! I love my mate—why would I risk that?"

Lennox's eyes burned brighter, but after a long, heavy silence, he finally shoved Jerek back with a grunt. "Get out of my sight."

Jerek stumbled away, breathing hard as he bowed quickly and exited the room like the floor might collapse beneath him.

I barely had time to breathe before Lennox turned to me, stalking forward with fire in his eyes.

"You know who it is, Olivia," he said, voice low and deadly serious. "You're hiding something."

My mouth parted in shock. "What the hell are you talking about?! You think I'm lying to you?"

"Yes!" he roared, his eyes wild. "Because no man would dare send my mate something like that unless he was sure he had a place in your heart."

I stiffened. My heart was racing, but I met his rage head-on. "I don't know who sent the flowers. And even if I did—I wouldn't tell you! Not if this is how you act!"

Lennox growled deep in his throat and took a step closer. His jaw clenched, muscles tight, and for a split second, I saw something almost frightening in his expression.

He raised a hand, but before it could even move closer, Levi was there—fast as lightning, stepping between us, palm pressed against Lennox's chest.

"Are you seriously thinking of hitting her?" Levi asked, his voice low but dangerously sharp.

"Goddess forbid," Lennox snapped, glaring past his brother. "I'd never touch her like that, why would you even think that."

"Then calm the hell down," Levi said, his tone like iron. "She's not your punching bag, Lennox. You're angry—we all are—but don't you dare take it out on her."

Lennox stood still, chest heaving, eyes flickering between Levi and me. His mouth opened, like he wanted to argue—but instead, he just turned away, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

I exhaled shakily, my arms still trembling from the confrontation.

Levi turned to me, voice softer now. "Are you okay?"

I nodded slowly. "Yeah… just sick of being treated like an object someone owns."

From the corner, Louis finally muttered, "You belong to us… better get used to that."

"I'm not a property," I shot back.

Lennox didn't turn back, but his voice was rough when he finally spoke again. "If someone is trying to have an affair with you… they better pray the Goddess gets to them before I do."

I knew Lennox, and I know what he could do, which made me wonder: who is this person that would risk his life?

Lennox continued. "And as for those roses—you are throwing them away!"

"Hell no!" I refused.

Lennox turned and glared at me. "What did you say?"

I met his glare. "I said I am not throwing them away."

"Yes, you are. You are throwing it away," Louis interjected.

I frowned and glared at him. "I am not!"

Lennox's glare could've set the whole damn room on fire, but I didn't back down. My voice came out louder this time, firm and unwavering. "I said I'm not throwing it away."

"You will," Lennox growled, stepping closer again.

"No, I won't," I hissed, standing my ground. "It's mine. I didn't ask for it, but it's mine. And you don't get to dictate every little thing I do!"

Louis moved closer too, fuming. "It's disrespectful to us—to our bond! You keeping it is like spitting in our face!"

I scoffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not throwing it away."

Before another word could be said, the door creaked open and Anita walked in.

She took one look at the tense scene, her lips immediately curling in disdain as she sauntered in like she belonged there. "What's going on here?" Her eyes landed on me, full of judgment. "You're raising your voice at your Alphas again, Olivia? That's no way to treat your Alpha. Have some respect."

I turned to her, eyes narrowing. Of course she'd show up now, nose buried in something that had nothing to do with her.

"You better stay in your lane, Anita," I warned, my voice low and full of anger.

She lifted her chin, smug. "I'm just saying, this attitude of yours—talking back, refusing commands—it's not what a proper Luna should do."

I stepped forward, my voice like ice. "And you are not a Luna. You're a concubine. A bedwarmer. So don't come in here trying to correct me when I'm talking to my husbands."

Anita's smug expression faltered, eyes widening just slightly as the sting of my words sank in.

"You don't have a place in this conversation," I continued. "So I suggest you take your self-righteous opinions and walk back out the way you came."

Anita's mouth opened like she wanted to argue, but even Louis and Levi went still—no one defended her.

The silence that followed was thick, and all eyes were on me.

I turned back to Lennox and Louis, chin high, eyes unwavering. "Now, if we're done here, I have no intention of getting rid of the flowers. And if you don't trust me enough to believe I'm not sneaking around behind your backs, that's your problem. Not mine."

Lennox stared at me for a long moment, jaw tense, but he didn't speak.

And in that silence, I walked out. Head held high.