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.

at me. I could see he was doing his best

animalistically, he turned away from me, his hands trembling with

breaths. The raw fury rolling off him

stared at the enraged Lennox, a memory resurfaced in my

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 chest as I hurried down the hall, eager to draw during lunch

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

he sneered, grabbing my sketchbook from

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

little Omega," one

she stole it," another one chimed

let them see how much it hurt. Jax flipped through my sketches carelessly, his

are trash," he mocked before tearing

my sketchbook back. He barely moved but looked down

me?" His hand lashed out, shoving me so hard, I stumbled back and fell on my hands and knees. I barely had time

didn't get the

froze everyone in place. Lennox stepped into the hallway, his eyes

doing?" His

a tough front. "Just teaching the

out, grabbing Jax by the throat and slamming him against

tightening. Jax gasped and clawed at Lennox's hand, his face turning red. The other two boys scattered, too scared

let me

motion, he threw Jax to the floor. Jax scrambled to his feet and bolted down the

crumpled sketch in my hands. Lennox knelt beside me, his expression