Chapter 17: slapped
Levi's POV
I couldn't eat, despite how delicious the meal looked on the table. My wolf was pacing angrily in my head, growling at the memory of last night—how we fucked Anita in front of Olivia.
I didn't know what had gotten into me or my brothers to let it happen. My case was understandable—I had my reasons. My hatred for Olivia had nothing to do with her father stealing; that wasn't my concern. I despised her for what she did to me, for what she said to me. That memory still burned in my mind, and I would make sure she suffered for it.
"Alpha Levi, you are not eating." Anita, who was seated beside me, spoke when she noticed I was picking at my meal. I sighed and looked at my brother's plate to see that, just like mine, their food was untouched. I narrowed my eyes at them as I wondered why they weren't eating, but before I could question it, I heard footsteps approaching the dining table.
"Mate!" My wolf was already perceiving her scent. Where I was seated, I groaned as the intoxicating smell of her hit my nose. Damn! Why does she have to smell this
I wasn't the only one affected. My brothers lifted their heads, all of us instinctively turning toward the door.
A second passed. Then another.
And then Olivia walked in.
I swallowed hard, expecting her to look broken, devastated, at the very least, after what happened last night. But she wasn't. She was composed, dressed like a Luna, walking with effortless grace, her head held high.
When she reached the table, she didn't say a word, nor did she acknowledge our presence. Rather, she pulled out a seat, the one right across from me—and sat down, totally ignoring us.
"Mate!" My wolf purred inside, captivated by her scent, but I put him at bay and exchanged glances with my brothers, who had the same expression as me.
"Olivia, courtesy demands that you pay respect to your Alphas by greeting them," Anita spoke up, her tone laced with arrogance.