Levi’s POV

I couldn’t eat, despite how delicious the meal looked on the table. My wolf paced 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 brothers’ plates 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 good? 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 us. 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.

Olivia slowly turned to her, her gaze narrowing. “Courtesy also demands that you, Anita, show respect by addressing me properly—with my title as Luna.”

Anita let out a mocking chuckle, shaking her head. “You? Luna?” She scoffed. “Stop deceiving yourself, Olivia. You and I both know you’re nothing to the Alphas. They married you out of obligation. But me?” She smirked. “I’m the one they love.” A victorious smile spread across her face.

Where I sat, I stared at Olivia and could tell Anita’s words got to her, but she was doing her best to hide it.

“No, Anita, they don’t love you. If they did, they would have fought to marry you. Men fight for the women they love. But you…” Olivia paused and smacked her lips. “You are just their whore.”

The dining room fell into a suffocating silence after Olivia’s words. Anita’s face turned red with rage, her victorious smile wiped clean. My brothers and I exchanged glances, and for the first time, I saw hesitation in their eyes. Olivia’s words had hit deep, not just for Anita but for all of us.

Anita clenched her fists, trembling with anger. “You—you little—” she sputtered, but Olivia remained unmoved, staring at her with cold detachment.

I couldn’t deny it—she looked like a Luna. Strong, composed, fearless. Even after what happened last night, she sat there as if we hadn’t shattered whatever fragile bond we had. My wolf stirred in admiration, but I forced him down. No. She deserved to suffer.

Anita recovered quickly, her lips curling into a smirk. “You’re just bitter, omega. Bitter that you’re nothing but a duty to them. That even after marrying you, they still come to me.” She leaned in, eyes glinting with cruel amusement. “Tell me, how did it feel last night? Watching us?” I expected Olivia to flinch, to show some sign of hurt, but instead, she laughed. A low, mocking sound that sent chills through the room.

“I must say, Anita, you do know your place well. I should thank you.” She tilted her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You’ve done nothing but prove to me what kind of men I married. And for that, I pity you.”

Anita’s face contorted in anger. “You—”

“Enough,” Lennox’s voice cut through the tension like a blade, anger radiating through him. I could feel his rage, though whether it was at Anita, Olivia, or himself, I couldn’t tell.

But Olivia wasn’t done. She leaned back in her chair, her expression almost bored. “You see, Anita, unlike you, I don’t have to beg for scraps of affection.” Her eyes flicked toward me, then my brothers. “If you were truly loved, you wouldn’t have to remind the world of it.”

Anita let out a sharp breath, completely losing her composure. She stood so abruptly that her chair screeched against the floor. “You bitch!” she spat, lifting her hand to strike Olivia. But Olivia caught her wrist midair, her grip firm. The room went still. Anita gasped, struggling, but Olivia didn’t let go.

“I suggest you never try that again,” Olivia said, her voice like ice. “I’m no longer an omega. I am now your Luna.”

Anita ripped her hand free, turning to us. “Are you seriously going to let her talk to me like this?” she demanded, her voice shrill with frustration.

Lennox’s jaw tensed, his green eyes darkening. I saw the exact moment his patience snapped. Without a word, he stood, and before I could even understand what was happening—

Slap!

The sound echoed in the dining room. Olivia’s head snapped to the side, her cheek instantly blooming red from the force of the slap.

A sharp growl left my throat, but I bit it back before anyone could notice. Olivia didn’t cry out, didn’t flinch—she only turned back slowly, her gaze meeting Lennox’s with an unreadable expression.

For the first time, I saw something in her eyes that sent an unexpected chill through me. Not anger. Not hatred.

“Is that all?” she suddenly asked, her eyes darting between the three of us. “Who’s next to slap me? Bring it on.”

Lennox’s breathing was heavy, his hand still raised slightly, as if he was processing what he had just done. This was the first time he had hit her—neither of us ever had. The entire room was deathly silent, except for the slight ringing in my ears from the slap.

Her eyes swept over Lennox, then me, then Louis. There was no fear in them, no submission—only a cold, sharp challenge.

“Is that all?” she asked again, her voice eerily calm. “Who’s next to slap me? Bring it on.”

My wolf stirred uneasily. Something about the way she stood there, unwavering, made me feel…uncomfortable. Anita was smirking, as if she’d won, but Olivia’s confidence chipped away at that victory.

When no one answered, Olivia let out a soft scoff. “Pathetic,” she muttered under her breath, shaking her head as if we weren’t even worth her time. Then, with the same quiet grace she had entered with, she reached for her napkin, dabbed at the corner of her lips, and slowly rose from her seat.

Anita opened her mouth, probably to spit out some more venom, but Olivia didn’t even glance at her. Instead, she adjusted the sleeves of her dress, turned on her heels, and walked toward the door.

I didn’t know why, but something in me didn’t want her to leave.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lennox’s voice was sharp, authoritative. He didn’t like being ignored, especially not by Olivia.

Olivia paused, tilting her head slightly, but she didn’t turn around. “Away from this circus,” she said plainly.

“You are not excused,” Louis said, his voice low.

This time, Olivia did turn—just enough to glance at us over her shoulder. “Oh?” She raised a brow. “And what exactly are you going to do to stop me? Chain me down like a prisoner? Lock me away?” Her lips curled into a cold smirk. “Or maybe slap me again? Go ahead. I dare you.”

The challenge in her voice sent a shiver down my spine. I clenched my jaw, torn between frustration and…something else I couldn’t quite name.

Lennox took a step forward, but Olivia didn’t budge. She just held his gaze, unflinching.

And then, without another word, she turned and walked out.

No one stopped her.

The door clicked shut behind her, and the silence she left in her wake was suffocating.

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. My wolf was restless, clawing at my mind, demanding I go after her. But I stayed put, locking my emotions away as best as I could.

“She should be punished,” Anita finally broke the silence. “It’s only been a day, and she’s already acting this way. Heaven knows what she will do next.”

“Shut up, Anita. Just keep shut!” Lennox growled in anger.