Fated To Not Just One, But Three - Chapter 552

Chapter 552: Fix What YOU Did
Olivia’s POV

Louis dragged me into the study room and slammed the door shut behind us. He was fuming… his jaw clenched so tightly I thought his teeth would crack. He paced like a caged wolf, chest rising and falling in harsh, furious waves. His anger filled the entire room, pressing against my skin like scorching heat.

I was angry too—but not the same kind of anger burning through him.

I turned to him sharply. “You shouldn’t have said those words to him, Louis.”

He snapped back instantly, “And he shouldn’t have SLAPPED you.”

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “I said hurtful things to him. You KNOW Lennox’s temper. I pushed him. I triggered him.”

Louis threw his hands up. “That doesn’t give him the right to touch you,” Louis growled. His wolf flickered right under his skin, ready to break out. “I don’t care what you said—he doesn’t get to raise a hand on you.”

His wolf was pushing forward so strongly it filled the whole room. I could feel the heat… the rage rolling off him.

Before I could speak again, the door opened and Levi walked in.

“What’s going on?” he asked, looking between us.

Louis didn’t waste time. “Your brother fucking slapped her.”

Levi froze.

Just froze.

Then his eyes darkened. “What? Why?”

I lifted my hands, trying to calm him. “Levi, listen—”

“No,” he snapped. “Why did he hit you?”

“I provoked him—” I started.

Levi didn’t let me finish. “Provoked or not, he HIT you?”

“He didn’t mean—”

“I don’t care if he meant it or not!” Levi snapped, stepping closer. “We’ve been angry at you before, many times… but did we ever lay a hand on you? EVER?”

Louis folded his arms. “Exactly.”

I looked away. They weren’t listening.

Louis added, “He needs to be checked. We need to talk to him. Put him in place. He can be angry, fine, but raising a hand on you? We’re not tolerating that.”

I frowned, my chest tightening. “Louis, what you said to him was cruel. You’re going back there to apologize.”

Louis barked out a bitter laugh. “Hell no. Over my dead body.”

Levi nodded slowly. “Louis is right. Lennox crossed a line today.”

My patience snapped.

“Enough!” I yelled.

Both their heads jerked toward me.

“You two aren’t listening to me!” I shouted. “If Lennox slapped me, then it’s between ME and HIM.”

“No,” Levi said immediately. “You are OUR mate. Our Luna. We’ve protected you all these years. You think we’re going to stand here while someone hits you? Even if it’s him?”

Louis added, “Even if you refuse to marry us because Lennox was in a coma, we are still your mates. And we WILL protect you.”

Louis added, “And protecting you means making sure NO man ever lays a hand on you again. Especially not our own brother.”

I stared at them both, feeling my anger boil over.

They weren’t listening. They weren’t thinking. They were just reacting.

“So that’s it? You’ll storm into his room and fight him? A man who can’t even stand on his own legs?” I asked, my voice shaking with disbelief.

Louis clenched his fists. “If that’s what it takes.”

“You don’t get to make this about pride!” I yelled. “You hurt him too!”

“He hurt YOU first!” Louis shot back.

“We don’t care,” Levi added coldly. “You’re our mate. We will ALWAYS choose you.”

I stared at them both, finally understanding that talking was pointless. They were too blinded by rage… too protective… too stubborn.

So I took a deep breath, stepped closer, and said the only sentence that could stop them both instantly:

“If you don’t apologize to Lennox… if you go in there and make this worse… then neither of you will ever touch me again. I will never share a bed with either of you.”

Silence.

Total silence.

Louis blinked like I slapped him. “W…what?”

Levi stepped back, his eyes widening. “Olivia—”

“I mean it,” I said firmly. “If you both want to act like children instead of Alphas—fine. But you won’t be laying a finger on me. Not in the bed. Not anywhere.”

Louis opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again—completely stunned.

Levi’s wolf retreated instantly, like someone poured cold water over him.

“You’re serious?” Levi whispered.

Dead serious.

I crossed my arms. “Dead serious,” I said. “Don’t come near me. Don’t hold me. Don’t kiss me. Don’t come to my bed. Nothing.”

They stared at me like I had slapped them both.

“You choose,” I said. “Your pride… or me.”

Louis grabbed my wrist as I turned to leave, his grip tight with frustration. “So that’s it?” he said sharply. “You’re forcing me to apologize for protecting you?”

I pulled my arm free, glaring up at him. “No. I’m forcing you to apologize for being cruel.”

His jaw clenched, but I didn’t stop. I turned to Levi next.

“And YOU,” I said, pointing at him, “will apologize to Lennox for what happened at the training ground. For the humiliation he suffered today. For letting him fall in front of everyone.”

Levi swallowed, but his eyes still burned with anger.

I stepped closer, my voice cold and authoritative. “You two are Alphas. Act like it. Protecting me doesn’t mean attacking a man who can’t even stand. It means using your brain.”

Neither of them spoke.

So I continued.

“And Louis…” I turned back to him, “you will apologize to Lennox for the words you threw at him. Every single one. Because you didn’t just yell. You tore him apart.”

Louis stiffened, guilt flickering across his eyes for the first time.

“You said he should have stayed dead,” I said. “Do you know what that can do to someone already broken? Already fighting to stay alive?”

Louis’s nostrils flared, his wolf pushing again, but I raised my hand.

“I’m not done.”

They both froze.

“If you two don’t do it… if you go in there with pride instead of sense… then hear me clearly.” I met both their eyes, one by one. “You will have to pick a concubine. Or ten. I don’t care.”

Levi’s mouth opened in shock.

Louis blinked like he misheard.

“Because neither of you,” I continued, my voice ice-cold, “will touch me again. Not in my bed. Not in yours. Not even hold my hand. For the rest of your lives.”

Silence swallowed the whole room.

Their faces went pale.

Louis took a small step toward me, his voice low. “Olivia… you can’t be serious—”

“I am.” I looked him dead in the eyes. “I’m not your prize. I’m not your property. I’m your mate. And if you cannot respect what I’m telling you… then you don’t deserve to lay a finger on me.”

Levi looked like someone stabbed him. “Olivia… please…”

“You want me?” I asked quietly. “Then fix this. Fix what YOU did today.”

I didn’t give them the chance to argue again. I turned around, opened the door, and walked out—leaving both of them standing there speechless, stunned, and finally… finally thinking.