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

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

Damn it.

still," I said, softer this

into the antiseptic and pressed it against the

I

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

"Yes."

"You can't solve

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

expression hardened. "I'm your

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

and looked away. "You don't have to

"But I am. After

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

I stepped

cheek lightly,

counter.

slid off the examination

wouldn't be fine. Not in this damn pack where everyone thought they could treat her like shit. She hasn't done anything to offend them. She only offended me and perhaps my brothers, so they had no right

said firmly.

And I meant it.

saying a word, she turned and walked away, and my eyes

and looked away, feeling discomfort between my

off the silly thoughts in my head, I left the clinic and walked down to the training ground, where hundreds of warriors were training—some in their

I roared, my loud voice cutting through the

the weight 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

commanding immediate attention. Levi looked me over, his