Olivia frowned but held her ground. “What happened was actually a nightmare to me,” she said, fueling my rage even more.
“Really?” I asked with anger. “A nightmare? You weren’t complaining when you were trembling under my touch,” I said, voice low, rough. “When you begged me not to stop.
She looked away for a split second-just a second-but that was all I needed.
I moved closer, closing the gap between us until her back hit the wall. My hands came up, caging her in on either side of her head. Her breath caught, but she didn’t move away.
“You want to pretend it didn’t happen?” I whispered, my mouth brushing her ear. “Then tell me… was this part of your dream too?”
Before she could answer, I claimed her lips.
The kiss wasn’t soft.
It was punishment-a reminder.
She gasped, but I swallowed the sound, pressing her tighter against the wall as my hands slid down, trailing her sides, tracing the curve of her hips like I owned them-because I did..
Her fingers clutched my shirt, her defenses cracking with every stroke of my tongue, every low growl rumbling from my throat.
I broke the kiss just enough to speak, my lips brushing hers.
“Let me remind you. I said darkly.
My hands dropped lower, slipping under the hem of her gown, grazing her thighs, inching higher. Her breath hitched as I reached her panties, my fingers gliding over the soft lace, until I touched the heat between her legs.
“You’re soaked, I whispered, smirking against her skin. “Some dream, huh?”
I hooked a finger under the thin fabric and shifted it aside. My fingers slid against her entrance -warm, slick, needy.
She gasped again, her head tipping back against the wall, lips parted, chest rising in ragged breaths.
“You can lie to yourself all you want,” I said as I circled her entrance slowly, tormentingly. “But your body remembers. It wants me
I pressed two fingers inside her, slow but deep, and her knees buckled. I held her up with my free arm, my lips trailing down her neck, nipping and tasting her skin while she tried-and failed -to muffle her moans.
“Say it, I growled into her car, pumping my fingers with a pace that made her tremble. “Say it wasn’t a dream. Say it
Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging into me, her walls clenching around my fingers like she was on the edge.
“I won’t!” she moaned stubbornly, her voice breathless.
I growled in frustration, my jaw tightening as her body trembled in my arms, her slick pussy pulsing around my fingers. She was dripping for me, writhing against the wall like she needed more-but she still refused to say the truth.
Fine.
I wasn’t done,
Without a word, I took off the straps of her dress and pushed it down to her waist. Then I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples through her bra with my mouth, sucking hard. My tongue flicked and circled, tasting her.
She arched into me, her hands threading into my hair as a moan escaped her lips-loud, raw, needy.
“You’re so damn wet, Olivia,” I growled against her skin, dragging my teeth along her sensitive peak before switching to the other nipple, tugging it into my mouth, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. “And you’re still pretending this was all just a dream?”
My fingers thrust deeper, faster now, curling just right, hitting that spot that made her cry out- still refusing to say it. Her body betrayed her every second-shaking, clenching, soaking my hand-but her mouth stayed shut.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I whispered darkly, moving my lips up to her neck, biting down. just beneath her jaw. “Then say it wasn’t a dream. Say it was me.”
She whimpered, body bucking against my hand, against my mouth, her lips parted like she was right there-on the edge.
Still, nothing.
Stubborn, beautiful, infuriating.
I groaned into her skin, thrusting my fingers faster, my tongue tracing over her nipple again while my free hand gripped her thigh and held her open for me. Her body was on fire, her moans louder, more desperate-my name nearly slipping from her lips.
And then-a sharp knock at the door.
I froze.
So did she.
Another knock, louder this time. “Luna Olivia? Are you okay?” It was the voice of one of her personal maids.
I clenched my jaw, pulling back slightly but not removing my fingers. Olivia looked at me, panic rising in her eyes.
I leaned in, my voice low and rough. “This isn’t over,” I whispered darkly, curling my fingers once more inside her before pulling away slowly, deliberately.
She gasped, biting her lip to stay quiet as I stepped back, fixing my shirt, my eyes burning into hers.
“That wasn’t a dream, I growled softly. “And no matter what lie you keep telling yourself… your. body knows it.”
With that, I turned and went for the door. When I opened it, I met the stunned look in the of the maid, but she quickly bowed her head and looked away. eyes
Ignoring her, I walked away while ignoring the hardness of my dick. Fuck! That woman was driving me crazy. My intention going to her room was to threaten her to tell me who her lover is-but now I ended up doing what I promised I wouldn’t let happen again.
Making my way back to my study, a maid rushed up to me.
“Alpha… please come. Lady Anita just fainted.
Lennox’s POV
I followed the maid into Anita’s chambers, finding a healer already attending to her. Confused, I moved closer, only to realize Anita seemed unconscious-which was strange. Just a few minutes ago. she was fine… having breakfast with us. So, what the hell happened all of a sudden?
The door pushed open, and my brothers walked in, both having the same look of confusion in their eyes.
“What happened?” Louis asked as he approached Anita’s side.
The healer didn’t respond to us. Instead, she kept chanting incantations we couldn’t understand. My brothers and I exchanged confused glances but said nothing, choosing to let her work in silence.
After a long moment filled with murmured incantations, the healer finally stopped and turned to face us.
“Greetings, Alphas, she greeted respectfully, bowing her head to us.
“What is wrong with her?” Levi asked immediately.
The healer bowed her head once more before rising to speak.
“She is suffering from an imbalance in her blood,” the healer said calmly, her tone heavy with concern. “A rare condition, one that weakens her body and drains her strength. It’s why she fainted.
“Is it fatal?” Levi asked quickly, his eyes darting to Anita’s still form on the bed.
“No. Alpha,” the healer reassured us. “It has a cure. Through regular incantations, herbs, and healing rituals, she will fully recover. But it will take time. If she follows the regimen precisely, she should be completely healed within two months.”
A collective breath of relief passed between us, but the healer wasn’t finished.
“She needs rest… love… and attention,” the healer added, her eyes flicking between us with something akin to judgment. “Her condition was worsened not only by the imbalance in her blood-but by emotional neglect:
My frown deepened.
“What do you mean?” I asked carefully, though a part of me already knew where this was going. “She lost a child just weeks ago, the healer said softly. “A baby that was growing inside her. A life. And yet… she grieved alone. None of you came to her. None comforted her.
The room went still.
Louis shifted uncomfortably, and Levi’s expression hardened, guilt settling into his features. stayed quiet, staring at Anita.
She bled for hours in her chamber,” the healer continued. “Silently. In pain. In sorrow. And no one cared enough to ask what was wrong. Not one of you Alphas.”
I clenched my fists. Not out of defensiveness-but because she was right.
All of us had been so preoccupied with Olivia. None of us had thought of Anita suffering.
‘She is your concubine. the healer said firmly. “Not your wife, yes-but still a woman who has your marks.
“Enough” I growled quietly, more to myself than to her. The shame was already cutting deep. The healer bowed her head respectfully but continued.
“She needs care. From now on, you must show that she matters,” she spoke softly.
I nodded, jaw tight. “She will have everything she needs,” I said.
The healer nodded. “Let her rest. She’s exhausted. I’ll return in the evening with the herbs and to begin the first full Incantation. Until then, do not upset her.”
As she left the room, I stepped closer to Anita. I didn’t even know what to feel. Maybe I felt guilty. Maybe I felt terrible. Anita didn’t just lose a child-we all did. And none of us mourned that pup. I didn’t even think about it the way I should have.
Louis moved beside me.
“We messed up,” he said simply.
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.