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."

eyes flashing with defiance. "Lennox,

grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at me. She flinched slightly, and guilt curled

Damn it.

said, softer

her shoulders were tense. I dipped the cotton into the antiseptic and pressed it against the red marks on her cheek. She hissed but didn't

killed him," I muttered under my

humorless laugh. "And then what? You think

"Yes."

sighed. "You can't solve everything with

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

expression hardened. "I'm

against her skin. She felt warm beneath my touch, too warm, and I hated the way my body reacted to it.

moment, she exhaled and looked away.

know," I said, bandaging the area. "But I am. After all, you are my wife whether I

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

stepped

her cheek lightly, her lips

the counter. My chest felt tight, my anger

off the examination

damn pack where everyone thought they could treat her like shit. She hasn't done anything to

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

And I meant it.

but without saying a word, she turned and walked away, and my eyes involuntarily fell

hard and looked

I left the clinic and walked down to the training ground, where hundreds of warriors were training—some in their human forms, while others

my loud voice cutting

of my anger pressing down on them. My knuckles still ached from beating Logan, but it wasn't enough. My anger hadn't cooled, and I wouldn't be satisfied until every single one of them

Levi looked me over, his sharp gaze