Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 393

Chapter 393: Hate Each Other

Olivia’s POV

Her breath hitched, and her knees buckled against the floor.

She landed hard, her palms slapping against the tiles to steady herself. Anger flickered in her eyes, but she dared not raise her chin.

"Say it," Lennox ordered, his voice raging. "Apologize to her. Now."

Selene’s jaw worked, grinding back against her own pride. For a heartbeat, I thought she’d refuse, consequences be damned. But then her gaze flicked up—straight to me—and I saw the pure hatred burning there.

Good, she should hate me because I hate her too.

"I’m sorry," she muttered, her words tight, laced with hate.

"Louder," Lennox snapped. His wolf was right there, riding the edge, vibrating in his chest.

Selene flinched, her lips parting. "I said, I’m sorry."

The words echoed across the kitchen, small and hollow, but still an apology.

Levi stepped closer to me, his hand brushing mine, steadying my trembling fingers. "This should never happen again," he said coldly to Selene. "She’s our mate. You’ll show her the respect she deserves, or you’ll answer to all three of us."

Louis’s wolf flared, his eyes sharp, his presence crowding the space as he leaned forward slightly. "If not for our plan, I would have thrown you out of here, but we’re giving you one chance. One. If you ever disrespect her again, family or not, you won’t stay under this roof another day."

Selene’s lips pressed into a thin line as she clenched her fists against the floor.

I stood there, my breath uneven, my wolf finally settling just a little. Seeing her on her knees, hearing those words—even forced—soothed something inside me that had been clawing to get out.

But deep down, I knew this wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

Selene hated me. And I hated her.

And sooner or later, that hatred was going to spill over again.

I couldn’t stand being in the same room as her another second. My wolf still snarled under my skin, restless and angry, but all I wanted was distance.

"Let’s go," Louis said quietly, his hand brushing mine, pulling me away from the kitchen. I didn’t argue. I let them guide me back through the halls, away from her sharp eyes and venomous tongue, back to the safety of our room.

The door shut behind us with a soft thud, and for the first time since I’d walked into the kitchen, I let out a breath. My shoulders slumped as I leaned against the wall, pressing a trembling hand to my chest.

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