Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Levi's POV

Lennox's question hung in the air. I felt his gaze fixed on me, demanding an answer, but I wasn't ready to give one.

What happened?

I had no idea why Louis and Lennox hated her, but I had my own reasons—reasons I was too hurt to say.

The memories replayed at the edges of my mind, but before I could speak, a soft voice interrupted.

"Are you three talking about Olivia again?"

I turned sharply to see Anita sitting up, her tired eyes scanning our faces. She had woken up without us realizing.

"You men still want her?" she asked, her voice laced with hurt.

I scoffed, shaking my head as I ran a hand through my hair. "No. We hate her," I said coldly.

Anita's frown deepened, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. I could see the doubt in her eyes.