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112 Hit Me

Olivia’s POV

I was taking a nap when suddenly I felt the door to my room was harshly pushed open, forcing me out of my morning nap.

While my eyes were half open, I noticed Anita storming towards me on the bed, and when she got to where I laid, she landed a hard slap right across my face. The pain shot through me, and for a moment I couldn’t understand it—I just remained on the bed, trying to process what had just happened. 2)

“Tell me, you slut, what witch did you visit? Huh? What spell did you cast on the triplets?” Anita spat in anger.

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Anger boiled through my veins, and I slowly sat up on the bed, still trying to gather myself.

“You slut… tell me, what spell did you use? You did a spell so they hate me, right? Is that what you did?!” she yelled, and again, she landed another slap on my face.

Pain shot through my cheek again as Anita slapped me a second time. That was it. My anger exploded like fire inside me.

I jumped out of bed, my vision red with rage. I grabbed Anita by her hair, yanking her head back as she screamed.

“How dare you slap me?!” I yelled, dragging her across the room.

She kicked and fought to get away, but I was too strong. My wolf was out. My body shook with fury.

“You think I did a spell on them?!” I shouted. “You think I need a spell for

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them to hate you? You did that all by yourself!”

I slammed her face against the wall. Hard.

She screamed in pain, blood smearing across the wall from her nose.

“You bullied me for years,” I growled, pulling her back and smashing her again. “You spread lies! You laughed at my pain! And now you barge in here

and hit me?!”

Her hands clawed at mine, trying to break free, but I didn’t stop. My wolf had taken over. I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to.

“Help! Guards! Help me!” Anita screamed, her voice full of panic.

I didn’t care. I slammed her again. “You’re pathetic, Anita!”

Her blood was everywhere now–on the wall, on my hands, on her dress. She was crying, begging, but I couldn’t hear her.

Suddenly, the door burst open. Guards rushed in, followed by Louis, Levi-

And Lennox.

They all froze at the sight.

“Olivia, stop!” Levi shouted, running toward me.

But I wasn’t listening.

My hands were still tangled in Anita’s hair. I raised her face again, ready to

slam her one more time-

“OLIVIA!” Lennox’s voice thundered through the room.

And that’s when I paused, breath heavy, chest rising and falling with anger.

My eyes met Lennox’s–and I saw the shock on his face. The disbelief. The

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concern.

Louis rushed forward and grabbed Anita away from me, holding her tightly. I stood there, breathing hard, my fists still clenched. My chest rose and fell like I had just run a marathon.

“What the hell are you doing, Olivia?!” Louis yelled as he cradled Anita in his

arms.

Anita buried her face into his chest, sobbing loudly, her blood staining his

clean white shirt.

I stared at her–at what I had done.

Her face was a mess. Blood dripped from her nose, and there were deep scratches across her cheek. One eye was already swelling. For a second… I

knew I went too far.

Louis gently lifted Anita’s face, his jaw tightening when he saw the damage. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

“Olivia…” Levi started, walking closer. “How could you do this?”

I looked away, feeling guilty but still angry. “She hit me first. Twice,” I

muttered.

“That’s not the point!” Lennox snapped. “You should have come to us. You should’ve told us–not do this to her face!”

“She’s jealous of me!” Anita cried suddenly, turning her bloody face toward them. “She’s jealous of my pretty face! That’s why she did this to me!”

“That’s a lie!” I shouted, my voice shaking. “I didn’t touch her because I was jealous–I did it because she slapped me and accused me of casting a spell on you three!”

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Louis’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll deal with this later. She needs a healer.” He turned to Levi and Lennox. “I’m taking her.”

He carefully carried Anita out of the room, her hand holding tightly onto his

shirt.

I stood there in silence until only Levi and Lennox were left with me.

They both looked at me with expressions I couldn’t read.

Disappointment,

worry,

maybe even a bit of fear.

“Don’t make this a big deal,” I finally said, my voice calmer now. “The healer will fix her up. The scratches won’t even be visible.”

Levi sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s not the point, Olivia,” Levi said as he moved closer to me. “You are not supposed to lose your temper like that, Olivia. You are Luna. You need to learn how to control your temper. What do you think the pack will say if they get to find out that you nearly destroyed Anita’s face?” Levi said, softly–not shouting at me, but somehow I was offended by it.

“I don’t care! I don’t care what the pack says!”

Levi stared at me like he couldn’t believe what I’d just said. His jaw

tightened, but he stayed calm.

“You’re not just anybody anymore, Olivia,” he said slowly, almost like he was trying to reason with a wild animal. “You’re Luna. You can’t afford to lose

control like that.”

I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “Luna? Is that what I am now?” My

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voice trembled–not with fear, but with rage. “Then maybe it’s time people start treating me like one.”

Lennox crossed his arms, watching me closely. His gaze wasn’t angry–it was calculating. “You nearly crushed her skull, Olivia. If we hadn’t walked in, you might’ve killed her.”

“Maybe I should have,” I snapped, locking eyes with Lennox. “If you want to blame someone, blame Anita for waking me up with a slap and calling me a

slut.”

“You still went too far,” Levi said, his voice soft but firm.

“I don’t care!” I snapped, my voice rising. “I don’t care what the pack thinks of me. They already call me a thief’s daughter, don’t they? So let them think I’m a monster too! Let them fear me!”