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 she 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.
Lennox’s POV
“She’s definitely seeing someone,” Anita said the moment Olivia walked out.
I groaned, slamming my fist against the desk. The mere thought of it drove me insane. But what truly pushed me over the edge were the hickeys on her neck. My suspicions were right. Someone had touched her. A man-someone other than my brothers-had dared to lay his hands on her. And the bastard had the nerve to send her white roses? Her favorite?
How the fuck did he even know that?
“I told you, Olivia is whoring around,” Anita spoke again, getting on my nerves.
“Shut up!” Levi warned her. “Don’t forget she is our mate! Our wife! You don’t speak about her in such a manner, especially in our presence. Now get out!”
Anita opened her mouth like she wanted to argue, but the look I shot her made her think twice. She stormed out, heels pounding with anger.
A tense silence hung in the air as neither I nor my brothers spoke a word. My wolf was howling angrily inside me, and it was maddening. I knew she was still a virgin-I confirmed it last night- but yet I couldn’t contain the thought that a man’s hand had been on her, and he dares to send her favorite roses.
My jaw ached from grinding my teeth, and I couldn’t get the image out of my head-those damn hickeys. Bright, obvious, and fresh.
She’s ours.
And yet someone had dared to touch her. To mark her. To get close enough to know that white roses were her favorite.
“How the fuck would he know that?” I growled, my voice low, feral.
“Maybe she told him, Louis muttered, pacing the floor like a caged wolf. His eyes were narrowed and wild with fury. “Maybe this asshole has been around her longer than we think.” “Let’s not conclude yet, Levi started, but even he looked unsure now. He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled harshly.
I slammed my fist on the desk again, hard enough to crack the wood.
“She is!” I snapped. “How else do you explain it? The marks, the flowers, the attitude? She defended that bastard Jerek like her life depended on it.”
“Jerek swore on his mate, Levi said cautiously, trying to convince us. “You think he’d really risk everything like that?”
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“I don’t care who it is.” I snarled. “If someone touched her, if someone thinks they can have her- touch what belongs to us-then I swear to the Goddess, I’ll rip out his heart and feed it to the crows.
Louis let out a frustrated growl. “We should’ve taken her already. Claimed her fully. That way no one would dare think they have a chance.”
I nodded stiffly. “That’s happening. Soon. If we don’t do it, Olivia might decide to give her virginity to that bastard.
The very idea of it sent a blinding red haze over my vision. Olivia-our Olivia-writhing under another man, giving away the one thing she still had left untouched. Ours to take. Ours to claim. Ours to ruin, worship, and make whole again.
“No,” I said, voice low and deadly. “She won’t.”
“She won’t what?” Louis asked, though the look in his eyes said he already knew.
“She won’t give herself to another man,” I growled. “Even if we have to tie her to our fucking bed, she won’t. She belongs to us, and we’ll make her remember that.”
Levi shot me a look,
One that flickered with doubt and something else-worry, maybe. “We can’t force her, Lennox. That’s not how it works. She’s already angry with us… claiming her like that, when she’s not ready, will only push her further away.”
I turned on him sharply. “Then what do you suggest? That we just stand back and watch her fall into someone else’s arms? Let some nobody touch her, kiss her, fuck her?”
Levi flinched slightly at my words, but he didn’t argue.
Exactly.
“She needs to understand,” I continued, pacing now, my wolf pacing with me inside. “She needs to know that she belongs to us-not just with words, but with marks. Real ones. On her neck. On her body. Inside her.
Louis’s fists clenched at his sides. “We’ve been too soft. Too patient. We let her think she had choices. That she could walk around, teasing us, testing us. But now? Now she’s playing with fire. And she’s about to get burned”
Levi narrowed his eyes at us. “So you’re saying we’re going to fuck her? I thought we all were against it?”
“Not anymore,” I spat, fire lacing every syllable. My eyes were locked on Levi, daring him to challenge me. “You heard me. We’re done playing nice. We’re her husbands, not her fucking roommates?
Louis growled in agreement, his eyes glowing faintly. “It’s time we remind her exactly what that means.”
BB Tonight
I stepped forward, fists clenched, my wolf clawing at the surface. “We’re going to fuck her so thoroughly, she won’t be able to use her legs for days. She’ll be sore, aching, and every time she feels it between her thighs, she’ll remember-we did that. We made her feel that way. Not some piece of shit who sends her white roses and pretend to know her”
My voice dropped an octave, thick with lust and fury.
“I want her trembling under us. I want her begging-screaming our names so loud the entire fucking pack knows who she belongs to. No more doubts. No more wandering eyes. Just us… buried deep inside her, taking her over and over until she’s marked inside and out.”
Louis let out a deep, guttural growl, his fists flexing at his sides. “She won’t even remember that bastard’s name when we’re done with her?
“Exactly.” I hissed. “We’re going to fuck every thought of him out of her. Every trace of his scent, his touch, those hickeys-gone. Erased. Replaced by ours. By the feel of our hands on her throat, our teeth in her skin, our cocks inside her”
Levi didn’t speak, but his jaw was tight, his pupils blown wide with possessive hunger.
“She’s ours,” I said darkly. “And tonight… we’re going to show her what it means to be fucked by her husbands.”
I could already see it-Olivia, sprawled under us, her legs trembling, her lips swollen from our kisses, her body wrecked in the most perfect way.
“She’ll never want anyone else,” Louis added, his voice low and rough. “After we’re done, she won’t be able to.”
I smirked, my blood boiling with anticipation. “She’s going to learn the hard way-our cocks are the only ones that will ever touch her. And after tonight? She’ll thank us for it.”
And if she doesn’t?
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.