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Olivia’s POV
I woke up, and there was no sign of Lennox in the room. Last night, after everything, he didn’t sleep on the bed with me. Rather, he opted to sleep on the long couch. I wanted to kick against him–at least he could sleep on one side of the bed–but I held back my
suggestion and went to bed.
Throughout the night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking. What was Lennox going to show me? What had I done to hurt him? What the hell did I do to make him hate me this much? I was so desperate to fucking know. I needed answers, and I couldn’t wait for us to return to the pack house.
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My eyes fell on a white sheet on the nightstand, and I picked it up and instantly recognized Lennox’s handwriting. After all these years, I could tell Lennox’s handwriting anywhere. Not just his, but the triplets!
I read it. “Good morning… take your bath and meet me
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downstairs when you are awake. I’m having a business talk with Callum.” And then he imprinted the sign of a
heart.
I smiled as a memory replayed in my head–a time before the hatred, before the confusion. Lennox used to doodle that same little heart at the corner of my notebooks during training, always pretending it wasn’t him. He thought I didn’t notice. But I did. I noticed everything.
For a moment, that small, silly heart made my chest tighten. Maybe there was still something—some version of him—that didn’t despise me completely. But now, I didn’t care.
I sighed and pushed the covers off. My body ached, not from exhaustion, but from the emotional weight pressing down on me. I needed answers. I needed clarity. And today, I was finally going to get them.
I padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the warm water hit my skin, I leaned against the tiles, letting the steam ease the tension in my muscles. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. What was he going to
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show me? Or what the fuck did I do? Or what the hell
did he think I did?
I wrapped a towel around myself and stood in front of the mirror. My reflection stared back. I looked so damn nervous. But whatever it was, I was ready to face
- it.
By the time I got dressed and made my way downstairs, I could hear voices drifting from the sitting area. One of them was Lennox–deep, calm, a little distant. The other must have been Alpha Callum.
I stepped into the room, and the moment Lennox’s eyes met mine, everything stilled. There was this familiar look of admiration in his eyes, like the way he used to stare at me years ago.
I swallowed hard and looked away, making my way toward the two powerful Alphas seated.
“Good morning…” I choked on my words when Lennox’s smell hit me.
Fuck! He smells so good, and I couldn’t help but sniff. This wasn’t his cologne. I mean, his smell… his smell
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was so intoxicating, and I kept breathing him in.
I knew Lennox and Callum must have noticed, and I had to step away, embarrassed. My wolf was already purring inside me… desperate to get an inch closer to him. Fuck! I was in trouble… tomorrow night was the full moon, and I was already getting the signs of being
in heat.
Lennox must have noticed my discomfort because he abruptly stood up. “Alpha Callum… we will have the remaining part of the discussion on hold. I need to take Olivia home,” he said, and didn’t wait for Callum to respond before he turned around and led the way.
As I walked behind him, I noticed Alpha Callum’s eyes
my skin on me. His gaze was so intense that I felt prickle, but I never looked back.
When we got outside, Lennox’s guards were already positioned… waiting for us. We got into the car, and the journey back home began.
Inside the car, Lennox’s intoxicating smell of lavender filled my nose, and it was suffocating. I pressed myself to the door and looked away, trying to create as much
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space as possible, but it wasn’t working.
Not able to stand it, I wound down the glass so fresh air could come into the car. It helped, but just a little.
“Olivia, are you okay?” Lennox asked, sounding genuinely worried.
I sucked a deep breath but didn’t respond. How do I tell him that I was being turned on by his smell… his smell was driving me crazy, and all I wished for was to get a touch from him. Fuck!
He groaned lowly. “I can smell it, Olivia…” His voice dropped an octave, dark and dangerous. “I can smell your arousal.“@
My heart skipped a beat, and I panicked. “It’s… it’s because the full moon is tomorrow night!” I blurted, looking away. “That’s why my body is reacting this way. Gabriel needs to come get me.”
Lennox let out a humorless chuckle. “Gabriel?” he
echoed with a slight smirk, then knocked once on the
tinted glass that separated us from the front.
The car came to a smooth stop.
00.45.
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“Get out,” Lennox ordered firmly. “Take five minutes. Both of you.”
The driver and his personal bodyguard didn’t question him. They both exited the car silently, shutting the
doors behind them.
Before I could even process what was happening, he pulled me into his lap.
“L–Lennox, what are you doing?” I stammered, my hands pressed to his chest.
He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m helping you,” he said, his voice low and primal. “You’re a married woman, Olivia, I get it. I’m not fucking you. I’m just helping you… at least before Gabriel comes.”
Before I could protest, his hand slid under my gown. I gasped as he shifted my panties aside and pushed his finger into me. My head rolled back, a strangled moan escaping my lips. I was already so wet for him. My thighs trembled, and my breath hitched, heat pooling in my stomach like wildfire.
“Lennox…” I breathed, frozen, overwhelmed.
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“Shhh,” he said, his fingers moving expertly. “Let me help you. You’re burning up.”
I whimpered, overwhelmed but unable to pull away.
The moment I nodded, Lennox shifted under me. His hands tightened on my hips, and he let out a low groan, as if holding back something primal.
Through the tinted glass, I could still see the guards stationed like statues around the cars, forming a protective perimeter. No one would disturb us. No one could.
I felt his cock under me. Hard, warm, throbbing. The pressure of his arousal pressed perfectly against my soaked panties, and I whimpered involuntarily, unable to stop the way my hips/tilted, grinding against him just slightly.
“Lennox,” I gasped, overwhelmed by the heat pooling between my legs. “I’m not even in heat yet…
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“I know,” he murmured, voice hoarse as he leaned into my neck, inhaling deeply. “But your body’s already reacting. So is mine.”
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I felt his fingers move, slowly, carefully, as he reached behind me. A sound of metal sliding free–he was unzipping. My heart skipped.
I panicked for a second and grabbed his wrist. “What are you doing?”
He looked up at me with a calm but intense expression. “Relax. I told you–I’m not going to go all the way. I just need skin–to–skin contact. It will help take the pressure off. I promise.”
His words made sense, even though my head was spinning from how badly I wanted him. I wanted more -needed more–but I also knew this was risky.
“I trust you,” I whispered, my breath catching.
He gave a slow nod, and then, with one smooth move, he reached between us and pushed my panties away.
