Levi nodded in agreement. “We can’t risk it, Louis. Not yet.”
“Why the hell not?” I asked, my voice rising. “It’s a simple test. We could know for sure.”
“It’s not just about the results,” Lennox replied, calm but firm. “I don’t trust anyone anymore. If the test is tampered with, we’ll be neck-deep in trouble. And you know damn well Anita is desperate enough to make that happen.”
I bit down on the inside of my check, pacing. They were right, even if I hated it. The best way to know was through our wolves.
“So what?” I snapped. “We wait and do nothing?”
Lennox shook his head. “No. We watch. We prepare. If the bond kicks in at four months, we’ll know.”
I stopped pacing and looked between them. “And what if it does? What if we wake up one morning and our wolves recognize the pregnancy? What if those babies are really ours?” My voice dropped, heavy with frustration. “Then what the hell are we supposed to do?”
The question hung in the air like a stone.
Levi looked away, his jaw tight. Lennox didn’t answer right away.
I clenched my fists. “Olivia will never want to be with us!”
Lennox’s expression darkened. “If those babies are ours…” he said slowly, “we pect them. They are our blood.”
“Exactly,” Levi agreed. “The moment our wolves recognize them as ours, they become pack-our blood. That means we keep them safe. But Regardless of that, we are not losing Olivia.” (4)
“I wish we never did it that day,” I said, feeling regret.
“Me too,” they echoed.
I stared off toward the training field, feeling the storm in my chest grow worse.
Because deep down, I knew… if the bond confirmed it-if those babies really were ours…
Then things were about to get a hell of a lot more complicated.
I was about to speak more when I noticed Damien strolling through the combat ground, but he wasn’t alone. With him was Olivia.
Olivia’s POV
“Remember, put on your best performance. The goal isn’t just to make them jealous- but to make them feel the pain you once felt. Alright?” Alpha Damien whispered in my ear the moment we stepped onto the combat ground.
His breath was warm against my skin, and his words stirred something sharp and cold in my chest. I gave him a single nod, my expression unreadable.
My heart pounded as I stepped into the open, the scent of sweat, steel, and earth wrapping around me like a cloak. I knew the moment I walked in, they noticed.
Their eyes burned into me-Louis, Lennox, and Levi. I could feel their gazes across the field, thick with tension, confusion, and possession. from
My wolf stirred inside me. “If looks could kill, Alpha Damien would be dead by now,” she scoffed.
But I didn’t look at them. around the field went still. Thein 4
Instead, I turned my attention forward, pretending I didn’t see the way some warriors eyes followed me too, watching, whispering among themselves. I could guess their thoughts.
Why is our Luna with Alpha Damien? Why is she training with her husbands’ uncle? But I didn’t care… I’ve stopped caring what anyone thinks.
Damien walked ahead and picked up one of the steel swords from the rack. He swung it once with smooth precision, then offered it to me with a smirk playing on his lips. “Let’s see what you’ve got, firefly.”
He wasn’t just training me.
He was flirting.
His gaze lingered a bit too long. His tone was low and teasing, dripping with the kind of familiarity that begged for attention. He reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and I didn’t flinch.
I let him.
Because I knew the triplets were watching-and it was killing them.
I took the sword and stepped into stance, mirroring Damien’s movements with ease. We began to spar-light at first, just movements, parries, footwork. But it was enough. Enough to drive the knife deeper into the hearts of the ones who once threw mine away.
“Your form is better than I thought,” Damien teased, stepping in close, close enough that our swords clashed and our bodies almost touched.
That’s when I heard the sudden shift in the air.
Boots scraping against the ground.
A deep, sharp voice cutting through the tension.
“Why don’t you spar with me instead?” Lennox said, striding forward, his jaw clenched tight and his eyes blazing with rage.
I didn’t turn.
Not yet.
I could feel Damien straighten beside me, the air between us thickening. He chuckled under his breath, not looking away from me as he said coolly, “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, pup.”
I finally looked over my shoulder-slowly-and met Lennox’s eyes.
His anger was unmistakable.
But I?
I just smiled.
Lennox stood before us with clenched teeth… I could practically feel the anger of his wolf inside me and that made me realize he has also done it… just like what Levi did, he has done it… he no longer blocks me from feeling his emotions… now I could feel his emotions. Everything.
I was confused, but I didn’t let it show. I forced a frown and glared at him instead. I wouldn’t let him see the way that small crack in his walls had shaken me.
Lennox didn’t even glance my way. His entire focus was on Damien now.
“Why don’t we spar… for old times’ sake?” he said, voice cold, eyes narrowed.
I knew then-this wasn’t about training
This was personal.
Alpha Damien gave a slow, amused smile as he took a step forward. “You want to fight me, pup?” he asked, spinning the sword lightly in one hand. “Alright then… but let’s make it interesting.”
He turned slightly, his eyes flicking to me for a brief moment before returning to
Lennox.
“If I win,” Damien said, raising a brow, “you’ll let Olivia slap you as many times as she wants. No blocking, no dodging. Just stand there and take it.”
Lennox’s jaw twitched, but he didn’t flinch. Not even a little.
“And if I win?” he asked tightly.
Damien shrugged casually. “Then I’ll stay away from Olivia. No training. No talking. No touching. At least until after the council hearing.”
The air went still.
Even the warriors nearby stopped what they were doing.
Lennox didn’t hesitate. “Deal,” he said firmly, stepping forward and picking up a sword from the rack.
Our eyes met for the briefest moment. His gaze flickered, like he wanted to say something. But he didn’t.
He just turned to Damien and readied his stance.
The crowd backed up quickly, making room as the two Alphas faced off.
Swords drawn.
Eyes locked.
The tension was heavy-like the whole world was holding its breath.
And then they moved.
Lennox attacked first, fast and fierce. His sword clashed with Damien’s, the sound ringing through the combat ground like thunder. The power behind Lennox’s strikes was wild, fueled by pure rage and something deeper-something I could feel through the bond. Pain.
He was fighting like he had something to prove. Like he had everything to lose.
The crowd started to cheer, warriors gathering around, eyes wide in shock. They had never seen Alpha Lennox fight like this before. He was stronger, faster, more brutal than anyone expected.
But Alpha Damien-he wasn’t backing down.
He matched Lennox move for move. Cool, calm, collected. He dodged every strike with smooth steps, turning and spinning, blocking with perfect timing. He was older, but he was clever. Sharp.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.