"She said she doesn't want them," one of Olivia's maids muttered, holding the unopened packages in her hands.
I frowned and exchanged glances with my brothers. Lennox and Levi had the same angry expression on their faces. I could tell that just like me, they were pained that she rejected our gifts.
Without saying a word, Lennox was the one who led the way, while Levi and I followed with the maids trailing behind us.
When we reached Olivia's room, the door was unlocked. Lennox pushed it open, and we stepped inside.
She was seated on the bed as if waiting for us. As if she knew we were coming. We didn't say a word, but I signaled to the maids, and they placed the boxes near the foot of the bed before slipping out and quietly closing the door behind them.
My brothers and I turned to Olivia, our eyes fixed on her, but she didn't seem to care.
Lennox was the first to speak. "Why did you reject our gifts?" he asked, his voice calm, his tone different from the anger etched on his face. It was almost as if he didn't want to annoy her.
Olivia folded her arms and glared at all three of us. "Since when did you three start showering me with gifts?" she scoffed, one brow arching. "I think you've made a mistake. Maybe these were meant for your mistress—Anita, was it? You should take them to her."
"No… it's for you," I said, moving forward.
Olivia stared directly at me. "For me?" she asked, seeming angry, which made me wonder why she seemed so angry at the idea that we got her things. I thought she was supposed to be happy.
"Yes, Olivia, it's for you," Levi responded.
Olivia scoffed and stood to her feet. She eyed the presents and then looked back at the three of us. "You three think I'm a fool? That I don't know why you suddenly sent gifts to me?" she asked, and I frowned. Did she know our plan?
"What are you talking about?" Lennox asked.
Olivia moved her gaze away from me and settled it on Lennox. "It's the full moon soon… you three sent these so you can fuck me! So I can let you three fuck me! But guess what—it's never happening."
I blinked. "What?" I breathed out, stunned. "Olivia—what the hell are you talking about?"
Lennox took a step forward, his jaw clenching. "That's not what this is."
She laughed bitterly, like she didn't believe a damn word we said. "Don't act clueless. I know how your kind works. The full moon heightens everything, doesn't it? You're all just hoping I give in to the bond."
Levi frowned. "The full moon?" He looked between me and Lennox, confused. "That's still—wait, is it close?"
Lennox cursed under his breath, realization dawning. "Shit. It's in a week."
I blinked again, turning back to Olivia. I hadn't even checked the calendar. We'd been too consumed with worry, with… her.
"You really think we'd try to manipulate you like that?" I asked, more hurt than I wanted to admit. "You think that's what the gifts were for?"
Olivia's eyes narrowed, but there was something uncertain in them now. A flicker of hesitation.
"Why else would you send them?" she asked, crossing her arms tightly.
"Because we wanted to gift you something nice," Levi said, his voice low. "Because you are our wife… our mate, and we realized we haven't gotten you any gift for years!"
"We just wanted to get you something nice, Olivia," Lennox added, his tone gentler now. "We don't care about the full moon. We never thought of it."
I stepped forward, slowly, hands at my sides. "We didn't even remember the full moon until you mentioned it. That's not what this is. We just… we thought maybe you'd like these gifts."
Olivia's lips parted slightly, her arms loosening. I could see the confusion in her eyes now. The battle between suspicion and trust. Discover more novels at n0velfire.net
"You're lying," she said, but her voice wasn't as sharp. "You're always lying."
"No, Liv," I said softly. "Not this time. We sent those gifts because we wanted you to look good. That you are still—"
"Don't," she cut in quickly, holding up a hand. Her voice cracked. "Don't say it."
Silence stretched as we all waited for her to say something. My wolf was howling uncomfortably inside me, and it was driving me insane.
Slowly, she turned to the gifts on the bed and frowned.
"Are you sure these are even my size?"
Before I could open my mouth, Levi stepped forward.
"I could never miss your size," he said without hesitation. "I picked the dress. The shoes. Everything."
Olivia turned her gaze to him slowly, her brow furrowed. "That was a long time ago, Levi. I'm not the little girl you used to dress up like a doll and twirl around the garden."
He smiled faintly, but there was pain behind it. "I know you're not. I know you've changed." His voice dropped to a murmur. "But I haven't stopped seeing you."
She blinked, her guard wavering. "You're making this difficult," she muttered, more to herself than to us.
Lennox spoke next, his voice calm. "You say you've changed, and maybe you have. But you're still our mate. That doesn't change. Not to us."
"We never stopped noticing you," I added, my voice thick.
She didn't respond. Just stared at the gifts like they were something dangerous. Like accepting them would open a door she'd tried to nail shut.
And then, slowly, she stepped forward.
Her fingers hovered above the box for a moment before her hand reached in, brushing over the soft fabric of the midnight blue dress. She paused, then pulled it out.
It was a sleek, elegant thing—fitted at the waist, flowing just enough at the hem, with sheer sleeves and a delicate silver embroidery that shimmered faintly in the light.
She held it up in front of her body, eyeing it critically. Her mouth twitched—almost a smirk. "If this doesn't fit, I'm burning it."
"You won't need to," Levi said confidently. "It'll fit."
She cast him a glance, then turned away from us, walking toward her bathroom with the dress clutched in her hands.
"Don't get excited," she tossed over her shoulder. "I just want to prove you wrong."
We said nothing. None of us dared breathe too loud.