Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 331: Punishment Olivia's POV Silence... suffocating silence hung in the air as neither of them responded. I darted my eyes between the three of them, and none of them lookedin the face, but Lennox finally broke the quiet, though his eyes stayed fixed anywhere but on me.

"You should ask Levi... I believe he has a lot to say," he groaned.

I turned to Levi, my chest tightening when he still refused to look at me. "Levi..." I called softly, as gently as I could. "What is going on?" Levi's frown deepened, and then, for the first tsince I appeared, he lookedstraight in the eyes. "You are the cause of this, Olivia... if only you loved the three of us equally, none of this would be happening!" he murmured.

My heart sank at his words, but before I could speak, Lennox interrupted.

"Don't you dare put this on her, Levi. If you've got a problem, take it up with me. Not her." he snapped. Levi scoffed bitterly. "Once again you prove my assumption right... you are acting like her knight in shining armor," he spat.

His words hitstraight in the heart. My chest tightened, my breath shaky.

"Levi..." I whispered, my voice trembling though I fought to steady it. "You think I don't love you? You think I haven't tried to give each of you a part of me? Do you have any idea how heavy it feels-being pulled in three directions, knowing no matter what I do, someone will feel left behind?" Levi's jaw clenched, his stare hard. "Then why does it always feel like he gets more?" he shot back, his voice rough with pain.

"Enough!" Lennox barked, stepping forward, his anger radiating. "Don't twist this into her fault. She's not the one measuring and keeping scores-you are, Levi!" Levi let out a bitter laugh. "And look at you again... jumping to shield her, like the rest of us don't exist. Like you're the only one with the right to protect her." I pressed a hand to my chest, the ache there almost unbearable. Their voices, their anger-it all swirled around me, loud, sharp, suffocating. My wolf whimpered inside, torn between them, torn by them.

Louis, who had been quiet too long, finally slammed his palm against the desk, the sound echoing through the room. "Both of you, shut the hell up!" His eyes blazed as he glared between his brothers. "Do you even hear yourselves? You're ripping her apart in the middle of your damn pride war." Silence fell again, thick and heavy, but this tit was different. My eyes stung with unshed tears as I looked at all three of them, anger and pain radiating inside me.

"Enough!" I screamed, my wolf's power crackling through me, making the very walls tremble. All three of them froze, finally looking at me.

"You want to fight? Tear each other apart like rabid dogs?" My voice shook with rage, but I didn't stop. "Then do it without me! Because I will not stand here and be the rope you pull from both sides until I break." Their faces shifted to shock, guilt, anger-but none of it mattered. The fire insidewas too strong to be stopped now.

"You think I don't love you?" My eyes burned as I swept my gaze over them. "I've given everything I have, every piece of myself, trying to make you feel seen, trying to make you feel loved. And still, it's not enough! You're so damn busy competing with each other, so busy counting who has what, that you don't seebreaking right in front of you." Their wolves stirred, uneasy, but I didn't give them a chance to speak. My voice lowered, cold and authoritative. "For this, your punishment is simple—you won't seefor the rest of the week. Not one of you." I clenched my fists, my emotions sparking in the air around me. "Maybe then you'll learn how to share me." Before they could move, before they could beg or argue, I let my wolf's magic surge through me. My body glowed faintly, and in the next heartbeat-I vanished.

The last thing I saw were their faces-wide with shock, pale with regret.

I arrived in my room and met Lolita arranging my things.

The moment she saw me, her smile faded. She dropped what she was holding and rushed toward me. "Olivia-" she began, but before she could say more, a loud, piercing scream of pain tore through the air. It cfrom outside.

My head snapped toward the window, my brows furrowed. "What was that?" I demanded curiously.

Lolita's eyes darted nervously to the door before meeting mine. "It's Anita," she whispered, her voice trembling. "She's being punished... by your brother." My stomach dropped. I didn't wait another second. My feet moved on their own, carryingswiftly out of the room, down the long staircase, and toward the sound of her cries. I pushed open the heavy doors and stepped into the courtyard.

There was Anita-kneeling on the stone floor, her wrists bound, her face streaked with tears. She was naked and tied to the wooden pillar while a guard with a whip stood beside her.

"Whip." The whip landed on her bare back, and Anita yelled out in great pain. She turned her tear-soaked gaze toward me, her eyes wide with desperation.

"Please, Olivia... make it stop."

My breath hitched, my wolf stirred uneasily, but I forced myself to m remain still. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I tried to harden my heart.

Remember, I told myself, this is the sAnita who betrayed you. The sAnita who smiled to your face while stabbing you you behind your back.

The sone who made you cry, who made you feel small, who tried to ruin you. And yet... as her tortured voice echoed in my ears, as I watched the guards draw the whip back again I felt terrible.

Another strike. The whip kissed her skin with a savage crack, tearing a wolf sob from her throat. My w whimpered inside me, torn between rage and pity. I clenched my jaw, forcing my eyes to stay on her. Don't feel sorry. Don't you dare feel sorry, Olivia. She deserves this... she deserves it.

But my heart didn't listen. It twisted painfully, every scream of hers digging deeper, pulling at the walls I thought I had sealed.

Damn her cries. Damn my heart for still hearing them.

Her gaze locked on mine again, desperate and pleading. "Please..." she whispered through sobs.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, torn between mercy... or the betrayal that still burned and the compassion I couldn't quite kill.