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.

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

Damn it.

I said,

the antiseptic and pressed it against the

I muttered

out a humorless laugh. "And then what? You think that

"Yes."

can't solve everything

they can put their hands on you and walk away? That's not happening. You're my—"

hardened.

her wound, my fingers brushing against her skin. She felt warm beneath my touch, too warm, and I hated

and looked away. "You don't have

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

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

I stepped

her cheek lightly, her

nodded, shoving the first aid kit onto the counter. My

off the

She hasn't done anything to offend them. She only offended me and perhaps my brothers, so they had

won't touch you again," I said firmly. "I'll make

And I meant it.

raised 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 of her ass in that

and looked away, feeling discomfort between

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

loud voice cutting

of my anger pressing down on them. My knuckles still ached from beating Logan, but

immediate attention. Levi looked me over,