Her shout echoed in the quiet field. A bird flapped from a tree nearby, startled.
I swallowed hard, jaw clenched. I didn’t answer her right away because how could I explain it? How could I describe the way Olivia looked up at me last night, soft and sexy, the way her breath caught when I touched her, the way her fingers clung to me like I was something precious?
She was everything Anita wasn’t.
Everything.
Olivia was softness and fire all in one. Gentle hands and fierce words. She didn’t throw herself at me-she looked into me. And gods, the way her body had trembled under me, her lips parting just enough to whisper my name-
My fists clenched at my sides.
“You want the truth?” I murmured.
Anita’s eyes widened.
“She has everything you don’t, I said quietly, brutally honest. “Because she doesn’t pretend. She doesn’t play games. And when she looks at me, she sees a man. Not a title. Not a conquest.
Anita’s expression cracked for a moment-just a flicker of pain-before she turned it into a sheet.
“You are heartless… you and your brothers: She spat in anger.
I glared at her.
“Listen, Louis, I will keep my mouth shut, but it comes with a price, she said suddenly. I scoffed. Of course. Classic Anita. I wasn’t expecting anything less.
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“What do you want?” I asked flatly. Anita was materialistic. I figured she’d ask for money. designer bags-whatever fed her ego.
She shook her head. “Not today. I’ll tell you tomorrow. But remember, you owe me. If you don’t agree to my demand, I’ll tell your brothers you went behind their backs and made out with Olivia. The woman you were all supposed to hate. The woman you claimed to hate.” She spat the words before turning around and walking off.
I ran a hand through my hair and sighed heavily. I was in a mess-a huge one. Anita knowing about what happened between me and Olivia was bad enough. Now she had leverage. And worse, she had a demand.
And speaking of demands-1 owed Olivia one too. Heaven only knows what she’ll ask of me. I wasn’t worried about Anita. But Olivia? That terrified me. Because in all the years we’d known her, she had never asked us for a single thing.
I left the combat ground and headed toward my room, only to spot Lennox storming toward me. I frowned. I have never seen Lennox this furious… he was practically seething in anger… from afar I could feel his rage.
“Lennox?” I frowned. “What the hell’s wrong-?”
“We need to talk,” he snapped, voice low and sharp. “Now. In my room.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. Just turned on his heel and walked off, his movements stiff, shoulders tight with tension. I followed, keeping pace behind him, my heartbeat spiking with unease. What the hell did he know? Did Anita already run her mouth?
No-she wouldn’t. Not yet. She wanted something first.
But then what had him looking like he was two seconds from snapping someone’s neck?
The moment we stepped into his room, Lennox slammed the door face me. it and whirled around to
Olivia’s POV
I was woken up by the alarm on my bedside. Groaning softly, I forced myself out of bed, said my morning prayers, but then I laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling as the memories of yesterday crawled their way into my mind. The feeling of his touch on me, his moans, the great feeling of his mouth eating my pussy-they all came rushing into my memory, and I frowned and closed my eyes.
“Come on, Olivia… forget about it. What you should be thinking about is the one request to give him,” I muttered to myself and opened my eyes.
I have to think. I have to think of that one request. What could I actually ask of him? I have so many things to request, but I really need to think about the most important ones.
All through the morning, I laid in my bed pondering in thoughts, and from time to time, memories of what happened last night would play back in my head, but I would ignore it.
Suddenly, a knock landed on my door. I knew it wasn’t Nora and Lolita because I had asked them not to disturb me. Then I got a whiff of the scent and realized it was Lennox at my door. My frown deepened as I wondered why he was there.
Lennox kept knocking, and I was forced to leave my bed.
I dragged my feet to the door, still groggy, still half-lost in my thoughts. My fingers curled around the knob, and I pulled it open slowly.
Lennox stood there-arms folded, eyes scanning me from head to toe like he was inspecting a crime scene. His brows were furrowed, and his usual calm was nowhere to be found.
“Why haven’t you left your room all morning?” he asked, voice sharp but filled with worry.
I blinked, trying to find the words, but before I could speak, his eyes suddenly dropped to my neck-and froze.
His expression twisted.
In one swift movement, he stepped forward, his hand shooting inside and slamining the door shut behind him. out to grab my arm, pulling me
“What the hell is that?” he snapped, his hand reaching up and grazing my neck-not gently. “Lennox-“
“Don’t Lennox’ me! he barked, backing me into the room until I stumbled against the foot of the bed. His eyes were blazing now. “Why the hell are there hickeys on your neck?!”
My heart jumped in my chest, panic clawing up my throat. I hadn’t even noticed-I’d been too lost in everything else. I tried to pull away from his intense gaze, but he wasn’t letting up.
I turned abruptly and walked straight to the mirror.
My breath caught.
A deep red-purple mark just under the curve of my jaw, then another near my collarbone- half-hidden by the neckline of my sleepwear. My fingers rose slowly, brushing over them.
He left marks.
Damn him!
But instead of feeling angry, my cheeks flushed with heat-not just from embarrassment but from the memory of Louis’s lips trailing down my skin, the way his mouth had worshiped me..
Lennox’s reflection loomed behind me in the mirror.
“I asked you a question,” he growled.
“I don’t owe you an explanation,” I said firmly, though my voice wasn’t as strong as I wanted it to be. “What I do is none of your business.”
“Don’t give me that shit, Olivia… who touched you last night? Who gave you such hickeys? Was it any of my brothers?” he asked angrily but also with jealousy.
I turned around slowly to face him, holding his stare. “What makes you think I will allow you or your brothers to touch me?”
Lennox looked like he was about to explode.
In a blink of an eye, he rushed to me and grabbed me by the arms. His grip on my arms was tight, almost bruising, and his face was inches from mine-his jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. His rage was thick, his jealousy practically pulsing off him.
“If it’s not me, Levi, or Louis, he seethed, “then who touched you? Who gave you those damn hickeys?! Who dared lay their hands on what doesn’t belong to them?”
That got me more annoyed.
The way he said it. What doesn’t belong to them?
I wasn’t a damn object. And I wasn’t going to let him get away with pretending he gave a damn while he and his brothers paraded their little concubine around like a trophy.
I forced myself to relax in his grip and gave him the sweetest, most infuriating smile I could muster. “Oh, Lennox… don’t be so worked up.”
He blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in my tone
“You know,” I said slowly, deliberately, “since your precious werewolf laws permit Alpha males to have concubines-like your lovely Anita-I figured it was only fair I enjoy the same privilege as your Luna.”
His face twitched. “What the hell are you saying?
I leaned in, letting my breath fan against his cheek. “I’m saying… I haven’t chosen a man to pleasure me yet-but after last night? I’m very, very tempted.”
He yanked me back, eyes wild. “What man?!”
“Oh, I whispered, tilting my head to expose the mark just enough to taunt him, “he was strong taller than you. Rough hands, but he knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue?” I let out a fake, breathy sigh. “Let’s just say… I screamed a little.”
Lennox’s pupils dilated, and his hold on me tightened.
“Stop lying,” he growled, voice trembling with anger. “You’re lying. You’re just trying to piss me off
“Am I?” I said with mock innocence. “Why would I lie? After all… you and your brothers made it very clear you didn’t want me.”
His hand twitched.
“But someone else did. Someone else made me feel wanted… needed. Tasted me like I was the only thing he ever craved.” I smiled again. “And you know what the best part is?”
He didn’t answer-just stared, trembling with rage.
I leaned forward, lips nearly touching his ear. “He wasn’t afraid to leave marks.”
And with that, I yanked my arm free and stepped back.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” I added, walking toward the bed, “I have better things to do than entertain the jealousy of men who don’t even want me.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.