Chapter 13: Unwanted Mistress
Olivia's POV
"Can we bypass that?" Louis said immediately, sounding irritated by the thought.
"Yes, I see no need for that," Levi added.
"It's not mandatory, so why do it?" Lennox groaned.
Standing beside them, I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. The disgrace was unbearable. Right in front of hundreds of people, the triplets—my mates—were refusing to kiss me. Me. They were making it painfully obvious that they never wanted this marriage.
Suddenly, their father spoke. "Alphas, it is mandatory. Get on with it," he declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Where I stood, I could feel their anger seething. And it suffocated me. I wished I could reject this, wished I could ask not to be kissed, but I had no right to.
"Alphas, you may kiss your bride," the elder announced once more.
Whispers rose from the hall, and I looked around to see people whispering something into each other's ears. I felt their eyes on me—judging, pitying, or perhaps even mocking. My cheeks burned with humiliation, and my hands clenched at my sides as I forced myself to remain still. This was supposed to be a passionate moment—a lovely moment—but instead, it felt like a punishment.
Lennox, standing to my left, let out a frustrated sigh before finally stepping forward. His jaw was tight, his entire body rigid, as if the very thought of touching me disgusted him.
Louis and Levi exchanged glances before following suit, both clearly reluctant. I swallowed hard, my heart aching at their rejection. This wasn't how I had imagined my first kiss to be.
Lennox was the first to lean in, his lips brushing against mine so briefly that it could barely be called a kiss. There was no warmth, no tenderness—just cold obligation.