Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 60: MY Line

Chapter 60: MY Line

Louis' POV

Breathlessly, I waited for her to tell —to request what she wanted—and fuck, I was ready to grant it to her. Right at this mont, I was ready to give her the world. That was how good she made feel. All through my twenty-three years on earth, I have never felt this good.

Slowly, I turned to Olivia, who lay naked beside . My eyes trailed her naked form—from her pointed red nipples, which were begging to be sucked, to her cleavages, and then I trailed down to her stomach and the neatly shaved pussy I couldn't get enough of. God, I wanted to devour her again. I wanted to worship her body one more ti, but I knew that was never happening. Olivia wouldn't allow it. She knew I was now myself—the drugs had worn off.

"I have nothing in my mind. Perhaps I will tell you tomorrow," she said suddenly.

I looked at her, staring at her beautiful, enthralled face as she stared into space like she was in deep thought, while I lay there wondering what she was thinking. Was she regretting it? What the hell was she thinking?

"You should leave," she said coldly.

The words hit harder than a punch to the gut.

You should leave.

Just like that—flat, cold, emotionless.

I blinked, unsure if I'd actually heard her right. My heart, which had just been racing with desire and sothing dangerously close to affection, suddenly felt like it had been dunked in ice water.

She didn't look at . Didn't et my eyes. She just kept staring at the ceiling like I was nothing more than a passing thought. I was supposed to be acting this way, not the other way around.

She slowly sat up, gathering the sheets around her like armor. Her bare skin disappeared beneath the thin white fabric, and with it, any illusion I had that what just happened between us ant sothing.

She finally looked at , her gaze hard and unreadable. "This should stay between us," she said. "Let's not complicate things further."

A secret? Was she ashad to let others know? This was supposed to be my line… I was the one who was supposed to say it.

I felt like I'd been slapped.

I laughed bitterly, raking a hand through my hair. "Right. Of course. Why should we tell anyone? I was drugged and you helped detox ."

I swung my legs off the bed. My clothes were scattered across the room, but I didn't care. I needed to get out before I said sothing stupid—sothing I'd regret.

As I pulled on my pants, I glanced at her one more ti. She was still sitting there, eyes blank, face emotionless. But I knew better. I'd seen the way she clung to . The way she cried out my na like I was her salvation.

She loved it just like I did.

I grabbed my shirt and headed for the door, pausing for only a second. "If you ever figure out what your one request is," I said without looking back, "you know where to find ."

And with that, I left.

Arriving at my room, I dropped down on the bed and went into deep pondering. I didn't know what the hell was wrong with . Why was I suddenly angry and pained that she wanted to keep what had happened a secret between us? I should be happy with it. I was supposed to be the one happy. I was supposed to be the one to ask her never to let anyone know about it, especially my brothers… But here I was sulking, and for what? Because I wanted more.

That was the damn truth. I didn't just want the mory of her skin against mine. I wanted her. Olivia. The woman who looked like fire and breathed like sin, who kissed like she owned every part of and left craving more with just one look.

I didn't just want her body—I wanted her to want back, fully. Not just in the heat of the mont. Not just when I was drugged out of my mind and desperate for a lifeline.

I groaned and threw my arm over my eyes, like it would block out the flood of images—her moaning beneath , the softness of her lips, the way she whispered my na like it ant sothing.

I was being ridiculous.

This wasn't love. This wasn't anything.

I hated her. I still hated her.

Right?

A sharp knock at the door pulled from my spiraling thoughts. I didn't move.

Another knock—louder this ti. Followed by a familiar voice.

"Louis, you okay in there?" It was Levi.

Perfect. Just what I needed.

Luckily, the door was bolted, or else he would have barged in.

"Louis, are you okay?" Levi asked, sounding worried. Typical Levi—he's always the most worried about anything.

"Yes," I responded imdiately before he would pull down my door.

There was a silence before he spoke. "Okay… open the door."

I frowned. I can't let him in. I can't let him see . I have the sll of Olivia all over . If he gets in and sees , he will damn well be aware that I just finished making out with Olivia—and that will be a disaster. I was the one taunting him about him wanting Olivia, and now I have gone behind his back.

"I'm feeling sleepy already… can we see tomorrow?" I said in a tired tone.

Levi was silent for another second before he spoke.

"Are you sure you are okay? The warriors just inford that you weren't looking okay."

I sighed. "I'm fine, bro… Let's talk tomorrow. Goodnight," I said in a dismissive tone.

Levi, who was still at the door, was silent for a mont before he finally humd. "Goodnight."

And just like that, he left. Sighing heavily, I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling… my heart pounding heavily.

"Stop this madness, she is your mate… you want to be with her, then be with her."

I frowned. "No, I don't want to be with her," I responded angrily to my wolf. "I'm feeling this way because we just made out. Once tomorrow cos, all these feelings will disappear," I said to my wolf, but to myself, it sounded like a lie.