The walk down the corridor felt heavier than it should. Guilt mixed with frustration in my veins like poison.
I knocked once on her door before pushing it open. The room smelled of expensive perfume and something faintly metallic-medicine, maybe. Anita sat propped up on robe, her skin paler than usual, but her lips painted a deep red the bed, wrapped in a silk that screamed anything but sick.
Her eyes found mine immediately, and she gave me a small, sly smile. “Look who finally decided to come.
I didn’t respond. I just stepped in, closing the door behind me.
She tilted her head. “I was starting to think you all forgot about me.”
“We’ve all been busy,” I said flatly.
She chuckled, her voice soft and dry. “No. You’ve been avoiding me. Again.”
I didn’t deny it.
She patted the space beside her on the bed. “Come. Sit with me.”
Reluctantly, I did-but on the edge, keeping distance.
She stared at me for a beat before saying softly, “I missed you.”
I looked away. “Don’t start.”
She reached for my hand, but I pulled it back. Her expression didn’t falter.
Then, slowly, Anita leaned in, her lips brushing the side of my face. I turned my head, dodging her mouth.
“I said don’t, I muttered, sharper this time.
She paused… but then, without a word, she slipped off the bed and knelt in front of me. My eyes narrowed as she reached for my belt, fingers nimble.
“Anita.” My voice was low. Warning.
“I just want to make you feel better, she said, her tone sultry but shaky.
“I’m not in the mood”
She looked up at me with wide, pleading eyes. “Please… just let me… I’m sick, Lennox. I miss this.
I stiffened.
She saw the hesitation flicker in my expression and pounced on it emotionally.
“You weren’t there yesterday when I fainted in the garden. You didn’t visit when the doctor said the infection is spreading. I’m scared,” she whispered. “I just want to feel close to you…”
I stared at her-on her knees, trembling, playing every card she had.
Manipulation or not, the weight of her words pulled at me.
I closed my eyes, my jaw tightening.
I wasn’t in the mood, but I couldn’t say no.
Anita’s fingers moved to my belt, slowly, like she was afraid I’d stop her again. I didn’t move. I just sat there, letting her make the choice.
I wasn’t thinking clearly anymore. I was tired of the voices in my head-tired of Levi’s words, tired of feeling everything I didn’t want to feel. Maybe this would shut it all down. Maybe she could help me forget…
She undid my belt, and the small click of the buckle sounded too loud in the quiet room. Her warm breath touched my skin, then her lips. Soft, Careful. Like she was testing my limits.
I stayed still.
She kissed my abdomen, moving lower, and I gritted my teeth, every muscle in my body locked with tension. Her hands were warm on my thighs, stroking gently, almost worshipfully. But all I could feel was emptiness where something should have been.
This wasn’t passion. It was punishment.
Her mouth took my cock, and I hissed sharply through clenched teeth. She moved with a practiced rhythm, slow and deliberate, like she knew exactly how to use every second to her advantage. Like she wanted to pleasure me.
But I didn’t feel it.
Not for a moment..
My hands fisted in the sheets beside me, not in her hair. I wouldn’t give her that intimacy. I kept my eyes open, staring blankly ahead, jaw clenched so tightly it ached. My breath came faster, but it wasn’t pleasure that had my heart racing.
It was the storm. The guilt. The rage.
And behind it all, the quiet, aching voice that whispered Olivia’s name in my head.
In place of Anita, I wanted Olivia. I wanted her on her knees, driving me insane with her mouth. Fuck! I desired that woman!
Anita’s rhythm quickened, sensing my restraint. She hummed softly, trying to coax a reaction froin me, something real. But I couldn’t give it to her. I felt nothing… my cock was just semi-hard.
I stared down at her for a moment-her head bowed, her hands braced on my thighs, her eyes. fluttering shut as if she could make me cum.
But there was nothing exciting about this.
Tired of it. I reached down to stop her when suddenly the door burst open, and I looked up, expecting one of my brothers.
But to my horror, it wasn’t any of them.
It was Olivia
Lennox’s POV
“Fuck!” I cursed, pulling out of Anita’s mouth-but it was too late.
Olivia had already caught us.
Where I was seated, I felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar-except this wasn’t candy, and the shame cut deeper. My wolf growled inside me, restless and furious. Shamefully, I looked at Olivia, but instead of the reaction I expected, what I saw baffled me.
No wide eyes. No trembling lips. No gasp of heartbreak.
She didn’t look like she cared at all. She stared at us like it was nothing-like this was normal. And somehow, that made everything feel worse. What kind of woman walks in on her mate-her husband-receiving head from another and doesn’t show the slightest flicker of pain? 17
Without sparing me a glance, Olivia turned to Anita, who was now standing, still wearing that smug little smirk.
“Why did you send Nora and Lolita out on an errand?” Olivia asked coldly.
Anita scoffed and crossed her arms. “They’re maids. I wanted something, so I sent them. Is that a crime now?”
Olivia took one step forward.
Just one.
But the entire energy in the room shifted.
“Nora and Lolita are my personal maids,” Olivia said, her tone sharper now. “You have your maids, Anita. Don’t touch what isn’t yours.”
Anita chuckled and took a step toward Olivia. “And if I do? What are you going to do about it?” she challenged.
A small smile curled at the left corner of Olivia’s lips, and then she took a step forward, standing just an inch away from Anita, her glare staring directly at Anita.
“Then I’ll remind you exactly who I am. I’m Luna Olivia Luciano. I’m legally married to the triplets. I’m their queen. And you? She paused and eyed Anita from head to toe.
“You are just a whore… a woman marked to warm their bed. Don’t confuse your position with mine”
A suffocating silence hung in the air for a moment before Olivia continued.
“Don’t dare ne Anita… If you still like this position of being their concubine, then I will advise you to stick to warming their bed and stay off my way… this is your last warning”
Anita stepped back, angry. “You’re threatening me?”
Olivia tilted her head, smiling coldly. “You forgot your place. I’m just reminding you.”
Anita looked to me then, clearly expecting me to speak up in her defense.
But I didn’t.
I couldn’t
In truth, I felt like shit.
And what hurt the most?
Olivia hadn’t looked at me. Not once. Not even a flash of disappointment in her eyes.
And somehow, that made me feel like the smallest man alive.
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.