Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 42: Still Protective Of Her

Chapter 42: Still Protective Of Her

Lennox's POV

It had been a week since I last saw her, a week of avoiding her. And now, when I finally laid eyes on her again, it was to witness one of my own warriors laying his fucking hands on her.

Logan had dared to slap Olivia. The sight of those red marks marring her face made my blood boil. My wolf snarled in my head, demanding that I turn back and rip him apart. And I would have. But Olivia stopped me.

She had grabbed my wrist, shaking her head, her damn pleading eyes locking onto mine. And for some reason, I listened.

I hated that I listened. I hated that I let that bastard walk away with his life.

I swear by the Moon Goddess, if she hadn't stopped me, I would have killed him—and it would have been justified. It would have been a warning to everyone who dared to lay a hand on her. Only my brothers and I had the right to speak down to her. Even then, we had no fucking right to touch her. I had hit her once before, and I still hadn't forgiven myself for it. And yet some bastard had the audacity, the utter lack of fear, to strike the mate of his Alphas.

No respect.

When we reached the pack house clinic, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Olivia hesitated for a moment before following.

The clinic was empty except for a pack nurse, who immediately stood and bowed her head in respect.

I exhaled sharply and turned to the nurse. "Leave."

The nurse hesitated for a second before nodding and hurrying out of the room.

Olivia sat on the examination table, silent, her fingers curled into the hem of her shirt. She was trying to act unaffected, but I saw the slight tremor in her hands, the way she avoided looking at me.

"I can handle it myself," she muttered, reaching for the first aid kit on the counter.

I snatched it before she could touch it. "No."

snapped up, eyes flashing with defiance. "Lennox, I don't need

her, pulling out antiseptic and cotton. The anger simmering in my chest made my hands rougher than necessary as I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. She flinched slightly, and guilt curled in my gut. I had hit her once before, and I could see

Damn it.

said, softer

were tense. I dipped the cotton into the antiseptic and pressed it against the red marks on her

killed him," I

then what? You think that

"Yes."

"You can't solve everything

scoffed. "And what? Let them think they can put their hands on you and walk away? That's not happening. You're

expression hardened.

her skin. She felt warm beneath my touch, too warm, and I

she exhaled and looked away. "You don't have to

"But I am. After all, you are my wife whether I like it

stretched between us. She watched me carefully, as if trying to figure me out, but even I wasn't sure what

I stepped

cheek lightly, her

first aid kit onto the counter. My chest felt tight, my anger

slid off the examination table. "Thank

everyone thought they could treat her like shit. She hasn't done anything to offend them. She only offended me and perhaps my brothers,

again," I said firmly. "I'll make

And I meant it.

a confused brow at me, seeming confused, but without saying a word, she turned and walked away, and my eyes involuntarily fell on the curves

hard and looked away, feeling discomfort

the silly thoughts in my head, I left the clinic and walked down to the training

loud voice

but it wasn't enough. My anger hadn't cooled, and I wouldn't be satisfied until every single

Levi arrived, their presence commanding immediate attention. Levi looked