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.

me. I could see he was doing his best not to push me aside and attack Logan

turned away from me,

off him made it difficult to breathe, but I forced myself to stay between him and

Lennox, a memory

I was fifteen. My father had just been accused of stealing, and my mother and I were demoted to the rank of Omegas. It 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

the same age as the triplets, who always found pleasure in picking on the weaker students. Their leader, Jax, grinned wickedly

sneered, grabbing my sketchbook from my

I protested, reaching for it, but he just held it higher, laughing as I jumped and

little Omega," one of his

she stole it,"

back tears, trying not to let them see how much

tearing out a page and crumpling

get my sketchbook back. He barely moved but looked down at me with a glint of anger in his

so hard, I stumbled back and fell on my hands and knees. I barely had time to

didn't get

place. Lennox stepped into the hallway, his eyes blazing

you're doing?" His

tough front. "Just teaching

sentence. Lennox's hand shot out, grabbing Jax by the throat and

snarled, his grip tightening. Jax gasped and clawed at Lennox's hand, his face turning red. The other

son… let me go…"

motion, he threw Jax to the floor. Jax

the crumpled sketch in my hands. Lennox knelt beside me, his expression softening as he looked me