He grabbed Levi’s arm and twisted it behind his back, flipping him to the ground with one smooth move. Then, as Louis swung at him, Damien ducked and punched him hard in the ribs, knocking him into the wall.
They both staggered, groaning.
Damien stood tall, barely breathing hard. “I’ve trained warriors,” he said quietly. “Did you think I wouldn’t be ready for you?”
But before anyone else could move again, Olivia’s voice rang out.
“Stop!”
We all froze.
She stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t scared. She was furious.
“What do you even want from me anymore?” she shouted. “You rejected me! You hated me! You hurt me for four years! And now you want to fight for me?!”
Her voice shook, her frown deepened.
“You let me suffer while Anita walked around this pack like a queen,” she continued, her voice rising. “She’s pregnant with your children. Your children!”
None of us could look her in the eye. We all looked away.
She looked between the three of us, pain and anger blazing in her eyes. “You should be focusing on that- on what’s growing inside her-not chasing someone you threw away like trash!”@
My heart cracked open again.
Because she wasn’t wrong.
Not even a little.
Olivia turned away, breathing hard, like she was holding herself together with pure willpower.
Damien stepped beside her and protectively wrapped his arms around her waist and she didn’t pull away.
I growled, ready to snatch her away, to do anything- but Father spoke. “Lennox, Levi, Louis… calm down…. let me have a word with my brother.”
I glared at Father before glaring at Damien, who simply just held my gaze, looking reluctantly like this was normal… I couldn’t just understand what the hell was going on.
Father took a long breath, his hand still raised in warning as he turned to Damien. “Come with me,” he said. His voice was calm again, but serious. “We need to talk.”
Damien didn’t argue. He nodded once and was about to move-until he looked down at Olivia.
“Come,” he said to her gently, touching her back as if to guide her with him.
That one word-come-snapped something inside me.
I growled loud and deep, the sound ripping out of my chest before I could stop it.
Why does she seem so comfortable with him? She didn’t look scared or nervous. She was just… so calm.
My claws twitched. My wolf howled and thrashed, demanding we do something. Anything.
But I couldn’t move.
Not because I didn’t want to.
Because I wanted to respect Father and believe he will handle the case properly. Because if he doesn’t, then this was going to be war.
Father turned to me sharply, his eyes filled with warning. “Lennox. Stand. Down. I’ll handle it.” He said it as if he was reading my thoughts.
I growled but didn’t attack. I just watched as Olivia- my Olivia-walked away with my uncle’s arm wrapped around her.
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Levi’s POV
The moment Olivia left with Damien and Dad, I turned around and glared at Anita.
“You bitch!” I roared, seething with rage as I stormed toward her.
But Mom stepped in front of her, spreading her arms wide. “And what do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her eyes flashing with anger.
I clenched my fists, my entire body trembling. Every nerve in me wanted to drag Anita out of this room myself and to the dungeon.
“Mother, move,” Lennox growled from behind me, voice like thunder
But she didn’t budge. Her frown deepened as she turned to look at Lennox. “No. I won’t,” she said firmly. “You three are not thinking clearly. You’re angry, and I will not let you do something you’ll regret.”.
“We’re not going to regret anything,” Louis snapped. “She deserves to pay for what she did.”
He turned to the guards standing by the door. “What are you waiting for? Take her to the cells. Lock her up!”
But Mom raised her hand and shouted, “No!”
Everyone frowned.
“She’s pregnant,” Mom said, her voice trembling. “She’s carrying my grandchildren-the Luciano bloodline. I won’t let you throw her in a cold dungeon while she has two of our own growing inside her.”
“Mother-” I started, but she cut me off.
“I’m not saying she won’t be punished,” she said firmly. “She will. But not like this. Not while she’s pregnant.”
Anita stood behind her with a triumphant smirk curling her lips.
I glared at Anita, rage boiling in my blood. “How do we even know those babies are ours?” I snap d. “She could be lying!”.
But Mom didn’t look convinced. She turned to me, her voice calm but serious. “Of course, they’re yours,” she said.
I frowned. “You don’t know that.”
“Oh, please,” she scoffed, crossing her arms. “You think I didn’t know you boys were constantly sleeping with her around that time? Don’t insult my intelligence.”
She turned her sharp eyes to Anita. “Tell me, Anita. How far along are you?”
Anita blinked, then gently placed her hand on her stomach. “The healer said around three months.”
Three months?
My heart skipped.
I quickly started thinking back, trying to remember the last time we had slept with her.
And then it hit me-hard.
It was the night of the wedding.
Our wedding night..
The night we married Olivia.
Guilt and anger twisted in my stomach. We had spent that sacred night with Anita… when it should’ve been
Olivia in our arms.
“She said she was on birth control,” I muttered, more to myself.
Mom nodded slowly. “Then she lied. And you believed her.”
I clenched my fists.
“This pregnancy is yours. All of yours,” Mom said firmly. “You might not want to admit it, but you know it deep down. And if you still doubt it, then wait.”
“Wait?” Louis echoed, confused and angry.
“Yes. When the pregnancy hits five months,” Mom said, “your wolves will be able to sense it. They’ll know if the pups share your blood. No one will be able to lie about it then.”
I stayed quiet, my jaw clenched tight. Because part of me already knew..
They were ours.
Anita could be a lot of things, but she definitely didn’t fuck other men while with us. Yes, we didn’t meet her as a virgin, but she didn’t dare sleep with another man.
I stepped closer, my voice low but full of threat. “Whether those babies are ours or not, Anita… will you pay. You’ll pay for putting Olivia’s life in danger.”
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.