“You dare push me?” His hand lashed out, shoving me so hard, I stumbled back and fell on my hands and knees. I barely had time to process the pain when he moved closer, raising his fist to hit me.
But he didn’t get the chance.
A low, menacing growl froze everyone in place. Lennox stepped into the hallway, his eyes blazing with unrestrained rage.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” His voice was deadly calm, and the boys paled instantly.
Jax tried to put on a tough front. “Just teaching the thief’s brat a lesson-“
He didn’t finish the sentence. Lennox’s hand shot out, grabbing Jax by the throat and slamming him against the lockers so hard the metal dented.
“You think it’s brave to pick on someone weaker than you?” Lennox snarled, his grip tightening. Jax gasped and clawed at Lennox’s hand, his face turning red. The other two boys scared to help their leader.
“Please… Alpha’s son… let me go…” Jax wheezed. scattered, too
Dennox’s lips curled into a snarl. “You’re pathetic. With one swift motion, he threw Jax to the floor. Jax scrambled to his feet and bolted down the hall, not daring to look back..
I stayed on the floor, still shaken, clutching the crumpled sketch in my hands. Lennox knelt beside me, his expression softening as he looked me over.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice gentler than I’d ever heard since my father was accused of being a thief.
I nodded, wiping away a stray tear. “You saved me…”
His jaw tightened. “You need to train. Stop being weak.” He spat the words before rising to his feet and walking away.
Where I sat, I wondered what had happened to him and his brothers-why the sudden change in attitude toward me? But I concluded then that it was because my father was no longer a respected warrior but now carried the tag of a thief, and I was an Omega. They didn’t want to associate with someone like me.
The memory faded, and I was back in the present.
I glanced at Lennox now, his back to me as he fought to control his anger. He was trembling, fists clenched, jaw tight. It seemed that despite how much he hated me, he still had that protective trait in him.
“Alpha Lennox,” I whispered.
He didn’t turn around, but I could feel his tension ease slightly.
“I’m okay,” I said softly. “Thank you.”
He let out a shaky breath, and finally, his shoulders relaxed. Slowly, he turned to face me, his eyes no longer wild with rage but filled with something I couldn’t name.
For a long moment, we just stared at cach other.
Then I broke the silence. “I’ll be going now. I turned to leave, but his hand closed around my wrist, stopping me.
His touch sent a wave of warmth and shivers through me, and my wolf stirred inside of me. “Come. Let me take care of that face.”
Lennox’s POV
It had been a week since I last saw her, a week of avoiding her. And now, when I finally laid eyes on her again, it was to witness one of my own warriors laying his fucking hands on her.
Logan had dared to slap Olivia. The sight of those red marks marring her face made my blood boil. My wolf snarled in my head, demanding that I turn back and rip him apart. And I would have. But Olivia stopped me.
She had grabbed my wrist, shaking her head, her damn pleading eyes locking onto mine. And for some reason, I listened.
I hated that I listened. I hated that I let that bastard walk away with his life.
I swear by the Moon Goddess, if she hadn’t stopped me, I would have killed him-and it would have been justified. It would have been a warning to everyone who dared to lay a hand on her. Only my brothers and I had the right to speak down to her. Even then, we had no fucking right to touch her. I had hit her once before, and I still hadn’t forgiven myself for it. And yet some bastard had the audacity, the utter lack of fear, to strike the mate of his Alphas.
No respect.
When we reached the pack house clinic, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Olivia hesitated for a moment before following.
The clinic was empty except for a pack nurse, who immediately stood and bowed her head in respect.
I exhaled sharply and turned to the nurse. “Leave.”
The nurse hesitated for a second before nodding and hurrying out of the room.
Olivia sat on the examination table, silent, her fingers curled into the hem of her shirt. She was trying to act unaffected, but I saw the slight tremor in her hands, the way she avoided looking at me.
“I can handle it myself, she muttered, reaching for the first aid kit on the counter.
I snatched it before she could touch it. “No.”
Her head snapped up, eyes flashing with defiance. “Lennox, I don’t need your help.”
I ignored her, pulling out antiseptic and cotton. The anger simmering in my chest made my hands rougher than necessary as I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. She flinched slightly, and guilt curled in my gut. I had hit her once before, and I could see she hadn’t forgotten
Damn it.
“Hold still,” I said, softer this time.
She did, though her shoulders were tense. I dipped the co7 into the antiseptic and pressed it against the red marks on her check. She hissed but didn’t pull away.
“I should’ve killed him,” I muttered under my breath.
Olivia let out a humorless laugh. “And then what? You think that would make things better?”
“Yes.””
She sighed. “You can’t solve everything with violence, Lennox.”
I scoffed. “And what? Let them think they can put their hands on you and walk away? That’s not happening. You’re my- I cut myself off, jaw clenching.
Her expression hardened. “I’m your what?”
I didn’t answer. I focused on cleaning her wound, my fingers brushing against her skin. She felt warm beneath my touch, too warm, and I hated the way my body reacted to it. I hated that I still wanted her despite everything.
After a moment, she exhaled and looked away. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I know,” I said, bandaging the area. “But I am. After all, you are my wife whether I like it or not.” Silence stretched between us. She watched me carefully, as if trying to figure me out, but even I wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing anymore.
Finally, I stepped back. “It’s done.”
Olivia touched her cheek lightly, her lips pressing together. “Thanks.”
I nodded, shoving the first aid kit onto the counter. My chest felt tight, my anger still boiling inside me.
She slid off the examination table. “Thank you.”
I stared at her. She wouldn’t be fine. Not in this damn pack where everyone thought they could treat her like shit. She hasn’t done anything to offend them. She only offended me and perhaps my brothers, so they had no right to treat her like shit.
Is
“They won’t touch you again, I said firmly. “I’ll make sure of it?
And I meant it.
Olivia raised a confused brow at ine, seeming confused, but without saying a word, she turned and walked away, and my eyes involuntarily fell on the curves of her ass in that fitted dress of hers!
Damn it! I swallowed hard and looked away, feeling discomfort between my legs.
Shaking off the silly thoughts in my head, I left the clinic and walked down to the training ground, where hundreds of warriors were training-some in their human forms, while others in their four-legged form.
“Attention, everyone. I roared, my loud voice cutting through the noise.
The warriors stood in rigid silence, the weight of my anger pressing down on them. My knuckles still ached from beating Logan, but it wasn’t enough. My anger hadn’t cooled, and I wouldn’t be satisfied until every single one of them understood that Olivia was off-limits.
Louis and Levi arrived, their presence commanding immediate attention. Levi looked me over, his sharp gaze narrowing. “What the hell happened?”
“Logan slapped Olivia.”
“What?” Louis growled in anger, his rage snapping instantly. Well, it seemed Logan was lucky my brothers weren’t around.
“Fucking hell, he didn’t. Levi snarled in anger.
A murmur rippled through the warriors. Some shifted uneasily, while others kept their heads bowed. None of them dared to meet my gaze.
Levi exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. “And where is he now?”
“Somewhere, perhaps receiving treatment. He’s barely breathing.” My voice was devoid of remorse. “If Olivia hadn’t stopped me, he’d be dead.”
Louis growled. “You could have killed him and painted the walls of the mansion with his blood.” Logan was damn lucky.
I turned to face the warriors.” I want every single one of you to understand something.” My voice was steady, but the threat beneath it was unmistakable. “Olivia is the mate of your Alphas. She is off-limits. If any of you so much as think about disrespecting her, you will not get the mercy Logan got:
Silence. Heavy and thick.
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.