Fated To Not Just One, But Three - 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.

The silence he left behind was unbearable.

Levi exhaled shakily, dragging a hand through his hair. “Damn it…” he muttered, his voice raw with frustration.

I sank down onto the edge of the desk, covering my face with my hands. “What have we done?” I whispered, my chest aching.

Levi stepped closer, his voice low and comforting. “He’ll calm down,” he said softly. “He always does.”

“Levi…” I whispered finally, lowering my hands, my voice barely audible. “Was what we did… really wrong?”

He was quiet for a moment, his chest still rising and falling heavily as he stared at the floor. Then he shook his head slowly, stepping closer.

“No,” he said quietly but firmly. “It wasn’t wrong.”

His voice was steady, but I could hear the strain in it—the conflict he was trying to hide. “We didn’t plan this, Olivia. It just… happened. It was real. And I won’t ever regret feeling you—even if the timing was a mistake.”

I looked up at him, his words burning into me. My heart ached with confusion, torn between the truth of what I felt and the guilt clawing at me.

“But still,” I murmured, my voice trembling. “What if someone else had walked in? What if it wasn’t Louis, but anyone else? What would they think of us, Levi?”

He looked at me, his brow furrowed, but I pressed on before he could answer.

“One of your brothers is fighting for his life, and I—” my voice cracked, “—I was in here doing this. What was I thinking?”

Tears blurred my vision again. I could still hear Louis’s voice echoing in my head, full of disappointment and disgust. How could you think of this while he’s dying?

Levi ran a hand through his hair, his expression dark with regret. “You were scared,” he said softly. “So was I. We’ve both been drowning in this for too long, and maybe we were just trying to feel something that wasn’t pain for once.”

His words were gentle, but they didn’t make the guilt fade. If anything, they made it worse—because they were true.

I nodded slowly, my throat tightening. “It still feels wrong,” I whispered. “Like I betrayed him.”

Levi stepped closer again, kneeling in front of me. His hands found my knees in a comforting manner. “No,” he said quietly. “You didn’t betray anyone. You just… broke. And I did too.”

For a moment, we just stayed like that, the air heavy between us, the silence filled with everything we couldn’t say.

Then I pulled away gently, wiping at my face. “I should get dressed,” I said softly.

Levi nodded, his jaw tight. He turned slightly, giving me his back out of respect—something I hadn’t expected but was grateful for.

I stood shakily, my legs weak, my body still sore and trembling. I reached for my clothes scattered across the floor, gathering them with trembling hands. Each piece I picked up felt heavier than it should have—like a quiet reminder of what had just happened, of how fragile and messy we both were.

The room still smelled like him, like us—and I hated that I wanted that scent to linger.

I pulled on my clothes in silence. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror across the room—my hair tangled, my eyes red, my cheeks flushed—and I barely recognized the woman staring back.

By the time I was dressed, Levi had straightened his shirt too. He looked tired—not physically, but emotionally drained, like a man who’d just realized something he couldn’t take back.

He turned to face me, his voice low. “We’ll figure this out,” he said softly. “But right now… let’s not lose focus. Lennox needs to wake up.”

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah,” I whispered. “He does.”