Sprawled out like a desperate mess. Moaning like a bitch in heat.
I cursed again, my throat burning. “Fuck! What is wrong with me?”
The shame curled hot and tight in my chest as I paced the room like a caged animal. My legs. were still shaking from the aftershocks. My skin still tingled from where his mouth had touched me. I could still feel the ghost of his teeth dragging along my inner thigh.
I bit down on my lip so hard I tasted blood.
This wasn’t just a mistake. This was a goddamn catastrophe.
I should’ve slapped him. I should’ve kicked him out the second he walked in and saw me like that. But no-1 froze. And then I melted. Like a fucking idiot.
“Never again,” I whispered to myself, gripping the headboard for support. “This never happened. It didn’t happen. It didn’t fucking happen.”
But no matter how many times I repeated it, the ache between my legs and the scent of him lingering on my skin said otherwise.
I needed a cold shower. And maybe a punch in the face.
Or five.
God, I hate myself.
And worse-I hate how much my body wants him again.
Wants more.
Fuck
I stormed into the bathroom, not even bothering to grab a towel. I wanted to feel the cold. I deserved to feel it. Maybe if I froze my skin off, I could forget the feel of his hands all over me.
I turned the tap, let the water run ice-cold, and stepped in without a second thought. The shock made me gasp, my breath catching in my throat-but I stayed there, hands gripping the wall, Jetting the freezing water beat down on me
I scrubbed at my skin like it had betrayed me. Like I could erase the heat he left behind.
His hands on my wanst
His mouth between my thighs.
The low growd of my name as lie-
“No” I snapped out loud, squeezing my eyes shut
DE Regrets
I grabbed the soap and scrubbed harder, furiously dragging it across my skin. Redness bloomed beneath my touch, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to scrub deeper. I wanted to scrape off the part of me that had wanted him.
God-what’s wrong with me?
First Louis. Now Lennox.
Two brothers. Two men who made it very fucking clear that I wasn’t what they wanted-at least not in the way that mattered.
Louis… at least was understandable. He was drugged, and I got a request out of him.
But Lennox?
He met me horny, pleasuring myself. How disgraceful.
How did I let it happen again?
How did 1 let another man who doesn’t want me touch me like I mattered?
A sob escaped my throat, and I bit down on my knuckles to keep from screaming.
I felt used. Disgusting. Weak.
“Fuck you, Lennox” I whispered, the tears falling freely now, mixing with the freezing water. Fuck you for looking at me like that. For touching me like I was yours. Like I meant something.”
I pressed my forehead against the cold tile, letting the chill bite into my skin.
And fuck me for letting it happen. For wanting it.
I sank down to the shower floor, hugging my knees to my chest as the water kept falling.
No matter how hard I scrubbed, no matter how cold the water got-I still felt him. On my skin. In my bones
And worst of all in the part of me that ached for him.
Even now
Even after everything
I was hacking pathetic.
I don’t know how long I stayed in the shower. The cold water kept pouring over me, but I couldn’t move i felt empty, like something inside me had broken.
Eventually, any skin started to sting, and I was shaking too much to stay there. I reached for a towel dried off withing looking in the mirror, and walked back to my room like a ghost.
I didn’t want to see myself I didn’t want to think
Be Ropets
I pulled on an old shirt, crawled into bed, and dragged the blanket over my body. I curled up as tight as I could, wishing I could disappear.
“This didn’t happen,” I whispered into the darkness.
I said it again. And again. Like maybe if I repeated it enough times, it would be true.
No Lennox.
No touching.
No mistake.
Just me. Alone.
“It never happened, 1 whispered one last time.
And then, with my heart aching and my mind spinning, I closed my eyes and forced myself to sleep.
Olivia POV
The next morning, I woke up to the soft chatter of Lolita and Nora already bustling around my room. My body ached in places I didn’t want to think about, and my heart… well, that was just shattered glass held together by pride
“Up, up, up, sleeping beauty, Lolita chimed, dragging the curtains open and flooding the room with light. it, Nora added firmly
“We’ve got a full house at breakfast, and you’re not skipping tossing a pale blue dress onto the bed.
I groaned, flopping onto my stomach. “Can’t I eat here? Alone. In the dark. With my dignity.” Lolita snorted. “Luna, the Alphas specially requested you join them.”
My face flushed hot. They didn’t know what happened… right?
Still, I let them dress me. Nora curled my hair into soft waves, and Lolita added a hint of gloss to my lips. I looked like someone who had her life together. Who wasn’t torn between three dangerously beautiful Alphas who kept messing with her head-and her heart.
But the moment I stepped into the dining hall, that illusion cracked.
The triplets were already seated.
Lennox sat with his arms folded, looking every bit the brooding Alpha he always was. His jaw ticked when he noticed me walk in, but he said nothing.
Louis, gaze hardened.
Levi, on the other hand, looked relaxed, his leg thrown casually over one knee, swirling his coffee like he was waiting for a show.
Anita sat beside them, sipping juice and laughing at something Louis had said. She looked up and glared at me. “Here comes the lady of the day. Always the last to arrive,” she mocked. Ignoring her, I moved like a robot, keeping my chin high as I slid into the seat meant for me. A seat across from Anita. I could feel Lennox’s stare on me like a damn laser. And of course, my traitorous body was aware-of everything.
Especially the way Louis shifted just a little closer.
I was still adjusting my napkin when a maid appeared beside me, holding a bouquet of white
“Luna Olivia,” she said, bowing slightly. “This was sent for you.
Who Sent it
My brows furrowed. “For me?”.
“Yes,” she nodded, handing over a small ivory card attached to the stem. “It came this morning. No name, only a note.
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.