Levi's POV
I couldn't eat, despite how delicious the meal looked on the table. My wolf was pacing angrily in my head, growling at the memory of last night—how we f****d 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 brother's plate to see that, just like mine, their food was untouched. I narrowed my eyes at them as I wondered
