Louis’ POV
I turned to Olivia, who stood near Levi, who had just been healed from the deep cut. She did a good job by healing him completely. A mark wasn’t even left.
"I have to leave," I announced.
They turned their eyes toward me.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to be with Lennox," I answered quickly. "He’s always irrational when he’s angry or in pain. I have to be with him." My words tumbled out in a rush as I turned to leave, but Olivia stepped in my way.
"Isn’t he in the mansion?" she pressed, worry already clouding her expression.
I shook my head. "No... he should be at his house."
"Stay with Levi," I said firmly. "I’ll go check on Lennox."
Her lips parted as though she wanted to say more, but nothing came. Her silence made me frown. Didn’t she feel it? Lennox was her mate. Even without his mark, she should sense his emotions—his pain, his turmoil. Unless... he’d blocked her.
Yes. That had to be it. That was why Olivia wasn’t feeling him the way I did.
But what about Levi? My eyes narrowed on him. He seemed lost in thought, spacing out as if caught in something only he could feel.
I didn’t waste any more time. Grabbing my keys, I rushed out and slid into the car. The engine roared to life, but my focus was elsewhere—on the thread that bound me to Lennox.
I stayed connected to him as I drove, his emotions pressing against me. Rage. Pain. A restless heaviness that wouldn’t settle. My grip on the wheel tightened, but I didn’t dare pull away from the bond. If he was drowning, then I needed to feel it too.
Halfway down the road, Levi’s voice brushed into my mind. "Louis..." His tone was strained, laced with worry. "Let me know the moment you reach Lennox. Promise me."
His concern steadied me. My lips curved faintly, the weight on my chest easing just a little. At least Levi still cared—still loved him enough to worry. That love, that bond, hadn’t been broken.
Which only made it clearer. Lennox hadn’t blocked us. He couldn’t. Our bond as brothers was too strong, too deep to be shut out.
It was only Olivia he had closed himself off from.
By the time I reached Lennox’s house, my chest was already tight from holding his emotions. I pulled up quickly and jumped out, rushing to the front door. The housekeeper met me before I could even knock.
"Alpha Louis," she said nervously, wringing her hands. "You just missed him. He... he drove out a few minutes ago."
My heart dropped. Drove out? Panic surged through me. Lennox was drunk. How could he get behind the wheel like that?
I grabbed at the bond immediately, forcing my mind into his. "Lennox! Where are you?" I asked while rushing back to my car.
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