Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 41: A Furious Lennox

Chapter 41: A Furious Lennox

Olivia's POV

Before Logan could react, Lennox was already there, moving so fast it was almost a blur. One second, Logan was standing tall, and the next, he was on the ground, Lennox's fist driving into his face with inhuman force.

The air filled with the sickening crack of bone as Lennox hit him again. And again.

"You dare lay a hand on my mate?" Lennox's voice was a deadly growl, his wolf barely subdued.

Logan tried to scramble away, but Lennox grabbed him by the throat, slamming him back down into the dirt. Blood dripped from his nose, his eyes wide with panic now.

"Luna or not, she is mine." Lennox's voice was low, dangerous. "And I will not tolerate anyone disrespecting her, let alone hitting her."

I touched my cheek, feeling the lingering sting, but my focus was on Lennox. His fury was almost palpable, his entire body tense as he loomed over Logan, ready to rip him apart.

Lennox lifted Logan up from the sand and slammed his face into the wall. Gasps filled the air. I swallowed hard as I watched the scene before me. Lennox's anger was suffocating—no one dared to go near.

"I'm… sorry… Alpha…" Logan tried apologizing, but Lennox hit his face against the hard wall again. His face was already damaged, and I knew I had to do something before Lennox killed him.

"Lennox." I called his name softly, stepping closer.

"Stay back!" Lennox snapped at me and punched Logan in the face. Logan fell to the ground and collapsed. Lennox moved to pick him up again, but I ran and blocked him. I knew Lennox—if no one stopped him, he would kill Logan right here.

"Stop it, please," I pleaded desperately.

eyes were now gray, glared at me. I could see he was doing his best not to push me aside and attack Logan

turned away from me, his hands trembling

heart pounded as I watched Lennox's shoulders rise and fall with his ragged breaths. The raw fury rolling off him made it

enraged Lennox, a

was another day at school, and I had just gotten a new sketchbook—a gift from Mama. I was so proud of it, clutching it tightly to my chest as I hurried

then, they showed up—three older boys, probably the same age as the triplets, who always found

grabbing my sketchbook from

but he just

Desperate little Omega," one

stole it," another one chimed

back tears, trying not to let them see how much it hurt. Jax flipped through my sketches carelessly, his dirty hands smudging

tearing out a

cried, shoving him in a desperate attempt to get my sketchbook back. He barely moved but looked down at me with a

on my hands and knees.

he didn't get

place. Lennox stepped into the

the hell do you think you're doing?" His voice

tried to put on a tough front.

the throat and slamming him against the lockers so

grip tightening. Jax gasped and clawed at Lennox's hand,

son… let me go…"

With one swift motion, he threw Jax to the floor. Jax scrambled to his feet

clutching the crumpled sketch in my hands.