Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: A Furious Lennox

Olivia's POV

Before Logan could react, Lennox was already there, moving so fast it was almost a blur. One second, Logan was standing tall, and the next, he was on the ground, Lennox's fist driving into his face with inhuman force.

The air filled with the sickening crack of bone as Lennox hit him again. And again.

"You dare lay a hand on my mate?" Lennox's voice was a deadly growl, his wolf barely subdued.

Logan tried to scramble away, but Lennox grabbed him by the throat, slamming him back down into the dirt. Blood dripped from his nose, his eyes wide with panic now.

"Luna or not, she is mine." Lennox's voice was low, dangerous. "And I will not tolerate anyone disrespecting her, let alone hitting her."

I touched my cheek, feeling the lingering sting, but my focus was on Lennox. His fury was almost palpable, his entire body tense as he loomed over Logan, ready to rip him apart.

Lennox lifted Logan up from the sand and slammed his face into the wall. Gasps filled the air. I swallowed hard as I watched the scene before me. Lennox's anger was suffocating—no one dared to go near.

"I'm… sorry… Alpha…" Logan tried apologizing, but Lennox hit his face against the hard wall again. His face was already damaged, and I knew I had to do something before Lennox killed him.

"Lennox." I called his name softly, stepping closer.

"Stay back!" Lennox snapped at me and punched Logan in the face. Logan fell to the ground and collapsed. Lennox moved to pick him up again, but I ran and blocked him. I knew Lennox—if no one stopped him, he would kill Logan right here.

"Stop it, please," I pleaded desperately.

Lennox, whose green eyes were now gray, glared at me. I could see he was doing his best not to push me aside and attack Logan again.

Growling animalistically, he turned away from me, his hands trembling with rage.

My heart pounded as I watched Lennox's shoulders rise and fall with his ragged breaths. The raw fury rolling off him made it difficult to breathe, but I forced myself to stay between him and Logan's bloodied, motionless body.

As I stared at the enraged Lennox, a memory resurfaced in my mind.

It was three years ago. I was fifteen. My father had just been accused of stealing, and my mother and I were demoted to the rank of Omegas. It was another day at school, and I had just gotten a new sketchbook—a gift from Mama. I was so proud of it, clutching it tightly to my chest as I hurried down the hall, eager to draw during lunch break.

But then, they showed up—three older boys, probably the same age as the triplets, who always found pleasure in picking on the weaker students. Their leader, Jax, grinned wickedly when he saw me.

"Hey, thief's daughter!" he sneered, grabbing my sketchbook from my hands.

"No! Give it back!" I protested, reaching for it, but he just held it higher, laughing as I jumped and missed.

"Oh, look at her! Desperate little Omega," one of his friends taunted.

"Maybe she stole it," another one chimed in.

My heart pounded, and I bit back tears, trying not to let them see how much it hurt. Jax flipped through my sketches carelessly, his dirty hands smudging the pages.

"These are trash," he mocked before tearing out a page and crumpling it.