I tried to focus on my training with Jerek, but today… today was different.
Every time I glanced across the field, my eyes inevitably landed on Levi. He was sparring with Anita. No, they weren't sparring—they were more like flirting, as if they were the only two people in the world. They were laughing, and that sick feeling twisted in my stomach, even though I tried to ignore it. I tried so hard to pretend it didn't bother me, but it did.
I bit my lip, trying to concentrate on Jerek's instructions, but the image of Anita's hands on Levi and the way they exchanged those looks… I couldn't shake it. The jealousy was eating me up, and it made me sick to my stomach.
And then, suddenly, a memory came rushing back—one I hadn't thought about in years.
I was thirteen, barely old enough to understand the complex emotions I was feeling, but that didn't stop it. I had seen Levi with a girl. They were talking and laughing, and he was smiling at her in that way that made my heart skip, that same smile I thought was only for me. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand the way she looked at him, the way he laughed with her, the way she made him smile like that.
I remember running away from them, feeling a tight knot of jealousy twist in my chest. I didn't understand it then, didn't know what to do with it, so I ran—just ran, as far as my legs would take me.
But Levi noticed. Of course, he did. He always noticed when something was wrong with me.
He found me a few minutes later, breathless, standing by the tree near the back of the pack house. He was so calm, like he always was, and I hated how easily he could make everything feel like it would be okay, even when it wasn't.
"What's wrong, Liv?" he asked, his voice low and gentle, but his eyes searching mine.
I refused to tell him. I didn't know how to explain it, how to admit that seeing him with another girl made my chest feel tight, like I was suffocating. So, I stayed silent.
But Levi seemed to understand. His brow furrowed, and his voice softened as he stepped closer.
"Do you hate it when I smile at other girls?" he asked, his tone still quiet, but it sounded serious.
The question hit me like a punch to the gut. I looked away, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. It wasn't something I could easily admit, not even to him. But the truth was, I hated it. I hated it so much that it felt like it was tearing me apart from the inside. I hated seeing triplets smiling at another girl.
I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."
Levi studied me for a moment, as if weighing my words. And then, without hesitation, he smiled at me. It wasn't the same smile he gave to that girl, but it was still a smile—gentle and sincere, like he understood me in a way no one else did.
"I won't smile at any other girl again," he said, his voice firm but filled with promise.
I lifted my eyes as I stared at him.
Levi smiled, revealing his charming dimples. The triplets all had something different I loved about their faces. Levi had those adorable dimples that only showed when he smiled. Lennox had the most beautiful set of teeth I'd ever seen, and I loved watching him grin. Louis had the most stunning brown eyes—cool, alluring, hard to look away from.
"Yes… I promise, I will never smile at any lady," he said.
A small smile appeared on my face, and I couldn't stop myself from hugging him. Levi chuckled and hugged me tighter.
"You are not concentrating. Are you okay?" Jerek asked, halting the sparring. I couldn't take it anymore. I shifted away from Jerek, throwing an apologetic glance. "I need a break," I murmured.
He nodded, a concerned look in his eyes, but I just waved him off. I didn't want to explain anything right now. I just needed space. Original content can be found at NovєlFіre.net
I walked away quickly. I had to get away from them. From him.
I made my way into the pack house, and just when I was about to pass a corner—suddenly, Levi appeared, blocking my path, his broad frame towering over me like a wall. His eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I just froze.
"What's the matter, Olivia?" His voice was smooth, like he was enjoying this far too much. "Jealous?"
The word hit me like a slap to the face. My chest tightened, and I could feel my blood boil.
"Jealous?" I spat, fury flashing in my eyes. "Why would I be jealous, Levi? You and your brothers lost the right to make me feel anything." I jabbed a finger in his direction, my voice trembling with anger.
His gaze darkened, and I noticed that same dangerous intensity flare up. Before I could even react, he stepped closer, cornering me against the wall. My heart raced, and I hated how he made me feel.
"Don't say that," he growled, his breath brushing against my face. "You're lying. I can see it in your eyes. You still want me."
I pushed past him, trying to escape, but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me back.
"That's not going to work," he said, his grip tight, his face too close to mine.
Something in me snapped. My breath hitched as I glared up at him.
"Let me go," I ordered, my voice low and deadly.
But he didn't. Instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear. "You were jealous, Olivia, seeing me with another woman kills you just like years ago," he murmured.
I pulled my wrist free and shoved him back, hard, but his body followed mine, and in a split second, he kissed me.
It was furious, almost suffocating. And for a moment, I felt that familiar heat rise in me. But then I remembered everything—the pain, the betrayal, the heartbreak.
Without thinking, I bit down on his lower lip, hard, enough to draw blood.
He groaned in pain, pulling away, but I was already glaring at him, my anger boiling over. "Never do that again," I hissed, my voice filled with anger. "You and your brothers lost the right to touch me. You lost the right to be anywhere near me."