My fingers slipped under the hem of her top, pulling it upward. She didn’t fight me-not yet. I pushed the fabric higher until her chest was exposed, and my lips found her skin again.
I kissed along her collarbone… then lower… until I took one of her nipples into my mouth.
She gasped.
“Lennox… stop… you’re not healed…”
“I don’t care,” I murmured against her skin.
She moaned softly as I sucked gently, switching to the other breast. Her fingers tangled in my hair, like she wanted to push me away-but couldn’t bring herself to do it.
“You’re insane,” she breathed.
“Maybe,” Iwhispered. “But I have to repay you.”
Her breathing got heavier, her body tense on top of mine as I kept kissing and sucking gently on her skin. Every small moan from her lips made my blood burn hotter. I could feel myself getting harder under her, my body reacting like it always did around her-hungry, desperate, wild.
She whispered my name again, softer this time.
“Lennox…”
I kissed her again, slower, deeper. My hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer against me. Her hips brushed against my arousal, and a low groan escaped me.
I was losing control. I wanted her-right here, right now. I didn’t care that I hadn’t healed fully. I didn’t care about the pain in my ribs or the chaos we came from. I just needed her.
But just as I was about to push her top completely off,
I heard footsteps.
We both froze.
A second later, a firm knock sounded at the door.
She pulled away from me instantly, her eyes wide, chest rising and falling with every shaky breath. Her arms crossed quickly over her chest, fixing her clothes as she climbed off me.
I stared at her, still catching my breath, my body throbbing beneath the covers.
Without sparing me a glance, she turned around and walked to the door.
I didn’t stop her this time.
The door opened. Closed.
Then Silence enveloped the room. wit
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I dropped back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling… then down at myself.
My cock was hard-aching, straining against my pants. I groaned softly, running a hand over my face.
“She’s going to kill me,” I muttered.
I kept staring at the door like my eyes could pull her back.
But instead of her… in stepped someone else.
A tall figure dressed in a dark uniform-my personal guard, Bala.
He stepped in cautiously, then paused when he saw me sitting up in bed, shirtless, flushed, and clearly pissed.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I snapped, my voice sharp and filled with anger.
Bala stood straighter, clearly sensing my mood. “Apologies, Alpha. I came to check on you. The healer said you were stable but still recovering-“
“I’m fine,” I growled.
He blinked, then glanced awkwardly toward the door Olivia had just walked through. He knew something was up.
His eyes dropped to the floor, pretending not to notice the state I was in.
My frown deepened as I glared at him. “Of all times, you decided to show up now?” 2
I grabbed the nearest pillow and hurled it straight at him.
It hit him square in the chest.
“Out. Now.”
Lennox’s POV
The door to my room pushed open and Levi and Louis walked in, both with a relieved look on their faces.
“Man, you are glowing for a man who nearly escaped death,” Louis teased, and I rolled my eyes at them. If only they knew what had happened between Olivia and me, of course I should be glowing.
“How are you feeling?” Levi asked in a serious tone as he moved over and stood at the edge of the bed, giving me a quick glance as if assessing is I was really okay.
“I’m fine,” I sighed. “But we need to find those bastards!”
“We’ve already done that. Two of the two surviving rogues you didn’t kill were found, and they’re in the dungeon-though they’ve yet to tell us who sent them,” Levi announced.
My frown deepened as my wolf howled in anger. “That means I will have to torture them myself,”
“No, you won’t, brother. All you need is rest to recover,” Levi said in a tone of finality. I wanted to argue, to make him let me torture those rogues myself, but Louis chimed in. “You need rest, Lennox… at least for two days, and that is what’s going to happen. You will not get involved with any duty for the next two days, so relax.”
Just as I was about to argue with both of them, the door swung open again. -this time with far more drama.
“Lennox!” a high-pitched voice rang out, and before I could process what was happening, Anita flew into the room.
She ran straight to the bed and threw herself onto me like a damn missile, wrapping her arms around my neck and smothering my face with kisses.
“Oh my Moon Goddess! You’re awake! You’re alive! I was so, so worried!” she cried dramatically, her lips landing all over my cheeks, nose, jaw- anywhere she could reach.
I stiffened under her weight, trying not to groan in discomfort. My ribs were still healing, and her body pressing into me didn’t help. Neither did the strong floral perfume she wore that made my head spin for all the wrong reasons.
“Anita, you need to get off,” I said flatly, my voice low.
But she didn’t listen. She clung even tighter, as if I was her long-lost love returned from war.
“I cried for hours!” she went on, still pressing wet kisses to my cheek. “I barely slept, thinking about you! I couldn’t eat, couldn’t think straight-“
“Anita!” I snapped, my patience breaking. “Enough. Get off me.”
That got her attention. She froze, pulling back just a little, her face showing fake hurt and wide-eyed innocence.
“I was just worried,” she pouted.
“I know,” I muttered coldly, shifting uncomfortably. “But you don’t have to throw yourself on me. You are hurting me,” I said with a frown. Deep down, I knew that if it were a certain someone, I wouldn’t complain.
Levi coughed awkwardly behind her, clearly trying not to laugh, while Louis outright smirked. Bastards.
Anita blinked at me, clearly stunned by my cold tone. “I… I’m sorry-“
“It’s okay,” I cut her off sharply.
Anita smiled at me, a smile that had no effect on me. She sat beside me, far too close, her hand brushing mine like, irritating me even more.
I stared at her for a long moment, feeling absolutely… nothing.
No spark. No warmth. No interest. Just a faint headache and growing irritation.
How the hell did I ever like her?
I glanced at Levi and Louis-both watching the scene unfold with poorly concealed amusement-and I couldn’t help but wonder how we were ever interested in her.
Anita was never my type. Not truly. She’s Too loud. Too clingy. Too fake. She was all surface and no substance. My wolf had never once stirred for her. And I knew, deep down, she’d never been Levi’s or Louis’s type either. We only ever kept her around because… well, because of Olivia.
I exhaled slowly, the weight of the truth sitting heavy in my chest.
I had chosen Anita to get back at Olivia. To hurt her the way she had hurt me back then. What better revenge than to claim her best friend?
And it worked, didn’t it?
Olivia had looked hurt when she saw us together. She stopped looking me in the eyes. She avoided rooms I walked into. She pulled away, and I convinced myself I had won.
But now… sitting here, feeling nothing for the woman beside me, all I could feel was regret.
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.