Chapter 151: Waiting For Her

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Chapter 151: Waiting For Her Levi's POV "But I belong to you," she whispered. "I carry your marks. I've warmed your beds for months. You used to come to me—regularly." I looked away, my frown deepening. "And we used to pretend that meant something. But it never did." The words hurt her. I could see it—like they cut her skin open. But I didn't stop. "We marked you because we wanted to hurt Olivia" I said flatly. "Not because we wanted you." Anita took a shaky step back. "You're lying…" "No," I said. "We're not." "You three never loved me?" she asked, her voice cracking. Lennox laughed bitterly, but there was no humor in it. "We never even pretended to love you." Louis added, "We lied to ourselves. Maybe to you too. But we never looked at you the way we look at her." Anita's mouth trembled. "Olivia," she said bitterly. "It's always been her. Even when you said you hated her. Even when you claimed she meant nothing." My wolf surged at the mention of her name. I took a deep breath. "Even when we hated her… we never could imagine another man touching her. Not even in theory. That's how we should've known." Lennox nodded grimly. "Because no matter what Olivia did, we never wanted to share her." Louis's voice was harsher. "And you… we could've shared you with anyone." Anita stared at the three of us, naked and trembling, but this time with more shame than heat. She didn't argue. She only shed silent tears. "What is so special about her, huh?" Anita snapped, her voice sharp with spite and humiliation. "What is so special about that bitch?" My eyes narrowed, and before I could stop myself, I growled. Loud, guttural, and threatening. "Everything," I bit out. "Every damn thing." She flinched, but I stepped toward her anyway, the anger boiling in my chest too hot to hold back. "You should be ashamed of yourself," I said, my voice filled with irritation. "You both grew up together. Called her your best friend. Smiled in her face while you plotted behind her back. What kind of best friend does that, Anita?" Her lips parted, but I didn't give her the chance to speak. "You seduced us," I snapped. "You saw her pain, Olivia was alone, and you took advantage of it. You wormed your way into our beds, acting like a balm to our anger, but it was never about us, was it? You just wanted to hurt her. To take what was hers." Anita's shoulders trembled, her hands clutching the fabric of her dress tightly against her chest. "Even after you knew she was our mate—married to us—you still wanted us. And we were too fucked up, too bitter, too blind to see what we were doing. But you? You knew exactly what you were doing." "She didn't love you!" Anita shouted, desperate now. "She never loved any of you! She told me herself!" "It doesn't matter," I interrupted, my anger reaching its peak. "You should never have betrayed her. She was your fucking best friend." "She never liked you…" seaʀᴄh thё ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "I don't believe that," Lennox cut in harshly. "You saw it, Anita… you noticed her fall apart while you were in our beds." Louis moved beside us, his voice trembling with restrained anger. "You should've protected her. You should've reminded us who she was to us. Who we were. But instead, you helped destroy her." Anita's tears spilled freely now, running down her cheeks as she shook her head. "I didn't mean to—" "Yes, you did," I said coldly. "You meant to." I scoffed, stepping back. "You don't get to play the victim, Anita. Not after everything." She looked between the three of us, realization slowly dawning in her tear-streaked eyes. "You'll never want me again… will you?" "Anita, just leave," I ordered. She didn't say anything else. Just turned away, gathered the rest of her things in silence, and walked out the door—this time not bothering to close it behind her. After Anita left, I sucked in a deep breath and dropped back onto the couch. What we said to her was harsh—but it needed to be said. And for a moment, I felt lighter. Like a weight had been lifted off my chest. I stared at the clock again. 7:24 PM. Every second that passed… was a second Olivia was out there, burning in heat. Alone. Hurting. My voice came out rough. "I just hope the seer is right." Lennox sighed. "Let's wait until morning." Louis ran a hand over his face. "I can't wait… I just need to see her." Then silence. The three of us sat there… waiting. None of us slept that night. Not for a second. Our bodies were tired, but our minds wouldn't stop. We were scared, anxious, restless—but holding on to the hope that the seer's words would come true. Then, finally, dawn came. I checked the time. 6:00 AM. Still nothing. No sign of Olivia. No message. No scent. No clue. I looked at my brothers. They were exhausted—bags under their eyes, muscles tense. I could feel their patience slipping, just like mine. But I forced myself to stay calm, for them and for me. "Let's wait two more hours," I said quietly. "It's only six. We can give it more time." We all nodded and leaned back into the couches. The silence that followed was tense, heavy. The kind that makes your chest hurt. The waiting was torture. Then… 7:01 AM. A sudden mind link hit all three of us. "Alphas! Luna Olivia has been spotted at the north border!" one of the guards said. "She's here—she's in a car with your uncle, Alpha Damien. They're headed to the pack house now." My heart stopped. For a second, I couldn't even breathe. Then I stood up so fast the glass on the table shook. "She's here," I whispered. "She's coming home." Louis stood up too, his eyes wide and glassy. Lennox was already at the door before I even finished the words.

Chapter 151: Waiting For Her

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