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Olivia’s POV
I woke up, and there was no sign of Lennox in the room. Last night, after everything, he didn’t sleep on the bed with me. Rather, he opted to sleep on the long couch. I wanted to kick against him–at least he could sleep on one side of the bed–but I held back my
suggestion and went to bed.
Throughout the night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking. What was Lennox going to show me? What had I done to hurt him? What the hell did I do to make him hate me this much? I was so desperate to fucking know. I needed answers, and I couldn’t wait for us to return to the pack house.
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My eyes fell on a white sheet on the nightstand, and I picked it up and instantly recognized Lennox’s handwriting. After all these years, I could tell Lennox’s handwriting anywhere. Not just his, but the triplets!
I read it. “Good morning… take your bath and meet me
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downstairs when you are awake. I’m having a business talk with Callum.” And then he imprinted the sign of a
heart.
I smiled as a memory replayed in my head–a time before the hatred, before the confusion. Lennox used to doodle that same little heart at the corner of my notebooks during training, always pretending it wasn’t him. He thought I didn’t notice. But I did. I noticed everything.
For a moment, that small, silly heart made my chest tighten. Maybe there was still something—some version of him—that didn’t despise me completely. But now, I didn’t care.
I sighed and pushed the covers off. My body ached, not from exhaustion, but from the emotional weight pressing down on me. I needed answers. I needed clarity. And today, I was finally going to get them.
I padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the warm water hit my skin, I leaned against the tiles, letting the steam ease the tension in my muscles. My mind wouldn’t stop racing. What was he going to
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show me? Or what the fuck did I do? Or what the hell
did he think I did?
I wrapped a towel around myself and stood in front of the mirror. My reflection stared back. I looked so damn nervous. But whatever it was, I was ready to face
- it.
By the time I got dressed and made my way downstairs, I could hear voices drifting from the sitting area. One of them was Lennox–deep, calm, a little distant. The other must have been Alpha Callum.
I stepped into the room, and the moment Lennox’s eyes met mine, everything stilled. There was this familiar look of admiration in his eyes, like the way he used to stare at me years ago.
I swallowed hard and looked away, making my way toward the two powerful Alphas seated.
“Good morning…” I choked on my words when Lennox’s smell hit me.
Fuck! He smells so good, and I couldn’t help but sniff. This wasn’t his cologne. I mean, his smell… his smell
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was so intoxicating, and I kept breathing him in.
I knew Lennox and Callum must have noticed, and I had to step away, embarrassed. My wolf was already purring inside me… desperate to get an inch closer to him. Fuck! I was in trouble… tomorrow night was the full moon, and I was already getting the signs of being
in heat.
Lennox must have noticed my discomfort because he abruptly stood up. “Alpha Callum… we will have the remaining part of the discussion on hold. I need to take Olivia home,” he said, and didn’t wait for Callum to respond before he turned around and led the way.
As I walked behind him, I noticed Alpha Callum’s eyes
my skin on me. His gaze was so intense that I felt prickle, but I never looked back.
When we got outside, Lennox’s guards were already positioned… waiting for us. We got into the car, and the journey back home began.
Inside the car, Lennox’s intoxicating smell of lavender filled my nose, and it was suffocating. I pressed myself to the door and looked away, trying to create as much
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space as possible, but it wasn’t working.
Not able to stand it, I wound down the glass so fresh air could come into the car. It helped, but just a little.
“Olivia, are you okay?” Lennox asked, sounding genuinely worried.
I sucked a deep breath but didn’t respond. How do I tell him that I was being turned on by his smell… his smell was driving me crazy, and all I wished for was to get a touch from him. Fuck!
He groaned lowly. “I can smell it, Olivia…” His voice dropped an octave, dark and dangerous. “I can smell your arousal.“@
My heart skipped a beat, and I panicked. “It’s… it’s because the full moon is tomorrow night!” I blurted, looking away. “That’s why my body is reacting this way. Gabriel needs to come get me.”
Lennox let out a humorless chuckle. “Gabriel?” he
echoed with a slight smirk, then knocked once on the
tinted glass that separated us from the front.
The car came to a smooth stop.
00.45.
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“Get out,” Lennox ordered firmly. “Take five minutes. Both of you.”
The driver and his personal bodyguard didn’t question him. They both exited the car silently, shutting the
doors behind them.
Before I could even process what was happening, he pulled me into his lap.
“L–Lennox, what are you doing?” I stammered, my hands pressed to his chest.
He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m helping you,” he said, his voice low and primal. “You’re a married woman, Olivia, I get it. I’m not fucking you. I’m just helping you… at least before Gabriel comes.”
Before I could protest, his hand slid under my gown. I gasped as he shifted my panties aside and pushed his finger into me. My head rolled back, a strangled moan escaping my lips. I was already so wet for him. My thighs trembled, and my breath hitched, heat pooling in my stomach like wildfire.
“Lennox…” I breathed, frozen, overwhelmed.
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“Shhh,” he said, his fingers moving expertly. “Let me help you. You’re burning up.”
I whimpered, overwhelmed but unable to pull away.
The moment I nodded, Lennox shifted under me. His hands tightened on my hips, and he let out a low groan, as if holding back something primal.
Through the tinted glass, I could still see the guards stationed like statues around the cars, forming a protective perimeter. No one would disturb us. No one could.
I felt his cock under me. Hard, warm, throbbing. The pressure of his arousal pressed perfectly against my soaked panties, and I whimpered involuntarily, unable to stop the way my hips/tilted, grinding against him just slightly.
“Lennox,” I gasped, overwhelmed by the heat pooling between my legs. “I’m not even in heat yet…
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“I know,” he murmured, voice hoarse as he leaned into my neck, inhaling deeply. “But your body’s already reacting. So is mine.”
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I felt his fingers move, slowly, carefully, as he reached behind me. A sound of metal sliding free–he was unzipping. My heart skipped.
I panicked for a second and grabbed his wrist. “What are you doing?”
He looked up at me with a calm but intense expression. “Relax. I told you–I’m not going to go all the way. I just need skin–to–skin contact. It will help take the pressure off. I promise.”
His words made sense, even though my head was spinning from how badly I wanted him. I wanted more -needed more–but I also knew this was risky.
“I trust you,” I whispered, my breath catching.
He gave a slow nod, and then, with one smooth move, he reached between us and pushed my panties away.
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close to. The tension between us built, his groans vibrating against my skin, his hands guiding me perfectly over him, never going too far–but never stopping either.
The climax hit me hard, a wave of heat and trembling ecstasy rolling through me. My body convulsed against his, and he held me tightly, grounding me while I cried out softly into his shoulder. I felt him shudder
underneath me, his cock twitching and pulsing against me, thick release spilling between my thighs, hot and slick.
He didn’t speak for a long moment. Just wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. One hand cradled the back of my head as I sagged against him, spent and dazed.
He rested his chin on my shoulder, breathing hard, arms wrapped tightly around me like he didn’t want t
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let go. I remained slumped against him, boneless and dazed, resting my cheek against his chest as his scent surrounded me.
“You smell so good,” he whispered again, voice softer now, more vulnerable. “So good it drives me insane. I could hold you like this forever,” he murmured, lips brushing my temple.
He kissed the side of my head, then tilted his head down, eyes searching mine. “Are you feeling okay now?”
That question snapped me out of it.
I straightened suddenly, pulling away from his lap. My dress slipped back over my chest as I reached for my panties, yanking them back up with shaking hands. My cheeks were burning.
“I’m fine,” I said quickly, not meeting his eyes. “Thank
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can’t tell anyone about this. Ever.” you. But
He leaned back in his seat, still catching his breath, a smug yet utterly wrecked look on his face. He groaned low in his throat, his voice dark and teasing. “You’re
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thanking me?”
I glanced at him, swallowing the knot of heat in my throat. “Yeah. Thank you.”
His jaw tensed, nostrils flaring like he was holding himself back from saying something else. Instead, he just nodded once, eyes never leaving mine.
Lennox didn’t say a word as he reached to his driver through the mind link. “Get back in the car,” he said curtly, his voice hoarse but steady.
A few seconds later, the passenger door opened, and his driver returned to his seat. The vehicle hummed back to life, smoothly rolling down the secluded road. Neither of us spoke. I could still feel the ghost of his hands on my skin, the wetness between my thighs a physical reminder of what just happened.
I shifted in my seat, keeping my eyes out the window to avoid looking desperate. My heart was still
pounding in my chest, but I forced myself to regain control. I was supposed to hate him. I had to
remember that.
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By the time we pulled up at the pack house, the sun had fully risen. The guards at the gates stepped aside quickly, heads bowed in respect, as our car passed. The sight of the familiar building, brought back a strange mix of comfort and dread. This place held so many memories–some sweet, most bitter.
The car came to a stop. Lennox stepped out first, motioning for me to follow. I obeyed, climbing out slowly, trying not to show how unsteady my legs still
were.
We walked in silence through the main hallway, the grand walls towering over us. I could still feel the heat of his body, the way he held me so intimately just minutes ago. My mind screamed a million things at once, but I kept my expression cool.
“So,” I said, careful to keep my tone casual, “are you still going to show me what your wife did to you? Or was that just part of the mind games?”
He stopped walking.
The tension crackled between us. He didn’t turn
around immediately, but when he finally did, his face
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was unreadable. For a moment, I thought he would refuse, push me away again, maybe throw out another cryptic answer to drive me mad.
But instead, he gave a slow nod. “Follow me.”
He turned and started walking again, and I followed.
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