She opened her mouth as if to protest, but I shook my head. “Sit.”
Anita scoffed. “Who gave you such a right? Olivia, you are a nobody.”
I ignored her, my eyes never leaving my mother’s as I pulled out the chair beside me.
For a moment, she hesitated, torn between obeying me and the unspoken rules that had been ingrained in her for years.
And then, finally, she sat.
Anita’s frown deepened as she glanced at the triplets, waiting for them to speak. But they remained silent.
“Alpha Lennox, Levi, Louis?” Her voice sharpened with impatience. “Are you going to say something?”
I scoffed. “There’s nothing for them to say, Anita. As Luna, I have the authority to elevate an omega to a respectable status–and that’s exactly what I just did.”
Leaning forward, I met her gaze head–on. “I can even remove you from this table.”
Anita let out a soft, mocking laugh, as if I had just said something absurd.
She tilted her head, smirking. “You seem… uninformed, Olivia.”
A frown crept onto my face. “What are you talking about?”
She took a slow sip of her wine, savoring the moment before locking eyes with me.
“Tomorrow, the Alphas will take me as their concubine. Soon enough, I’ll be your equal.” 2
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Louis‘ POV
The moment Anita dropped the bombshell, I frowned. We never actually promised her it would be tomorrow. My brothers and I only told her we were considering it–we didn’t want to rush into choosing her as a concubine. But it seemed Anita was eager to push things forward.
From where I sat, my gaze settled on Olivia, watching closely for her reaction to Anita’s words But she didn’t look surprised or even hurt. If anything, her face remained perfectly composed as she continued chewing her meal.
I exchanged glances with my brothers, and they mirrored my confusion. We had expected Olivia to lash out, to demand answers, to question why we were doing this. But she didn’t. Instead, she turned her attention to her mother, who seemed more shocked by the news than Olivia herself.
“Mother, eat. You must be hungry, Olivia urged, completely ignoring Anita’s words.
Anita, clearly unsatisfied with Olivia’s lack of reaction, pressed on.
“Starting tomorrow, I will officially be their woman,” she added, her tone dripping with satisfaction as she tried to provoke Olivia further.
