Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Who is He

Olivia's POV

Reaching Lennox's study, I pushed the door open, and the sight that met me got me frightened. Jerek was pressed against the wall while Lennox held him by the collar of his shirt, and Louis and Levi stood by a corner.

"Tell me! Were you the one who sent those roses to our mate?" Lennox demanded, his fangs already baring out.

Jerek, who looked confused and frightened, shook his head. "No, Alpha… no… why would I do that?"

"Don't you dare lie to us," Louis grunted as he moved over to Jerek. "You are the only male close to Olivia. First, you sparred with her and second, you were her racing partner, so if anyone would dare to have a crush on her, it would be you!" Louis spat in anger.

Where I stood at the door, I was fuming with anger.

"Enough!" I shouted, my voice slicing through the thick tension in the room.

All eyes turned to me, but I didn't flinch—not even when Lennox's gaze snapped toward me, his face a storm of rage and jealousy.

"Let him go, Lennox! He didn't do anything!"

Lennox didn't even blink. His grip on Jerek's collar remained tight, knuckles pale with pressure. "Stay out of this, Olivia," he growled.

"I said let him go!" I stepped further into the room, my frown deepening. "Look at him! He's terrified! He said he didn't send the flowers!"

"I don't believe him," Lennox spat, baring his fangs. "He's the only one who's been close enough to you—touching you, training with you, laughing like you're more than just a Luna."

Jerek stammered, voice shaking. "I swear on my mate—I didn't send anything! I wouldn't dare disrespect the bond you all have with her! I love my mate—why would I risk that?"

Lennox's eyes burned brighter, but after a long, heavy silence, he finally shoved Jerek back with a grunt. "Get out of my sight."

Jerek stumbled away, breathing hard as he bowed quickly and exited the room like the floor might collapse beneath him.

I barely had time to breathe before Lennox turned to me, stalking forward with fire in his eyes.

"You know who it is, Olivia," he said, voice low and deadly serious. "You're hiding something."

My mouth parted in shock. "What the hell are you talking about?! You think I'm lying to you?"

"Yes!" he roared, his eyes wild. "Because no man would dare send my mate something like that unless he was sure he had a place in your heart."

I stiffened. My heart was racing, but I met his rage head-on. "I don't know who sent the flowers. And even if I did—I wouldn't tell you! Not if this is how you act!"

Lennox growled deep in his throat and took a step closer. His jaw clenched, muscles tight, and for a split second, I saw something almost frightening in his expression.

He raised a hand, but before it could even move closer, Levi was there—fast as lightning, stepping between us, palm pressed against Lennox's chest.

"Are you seriously thinking of hitting her?" Levi asked, his voice low but dangerously sharp.

"Goddess forbid," Lennox snapped, glaring past his brother. "I'd never touch her like that, why would you even think that."

"Then calm the hell down," Levi said, his tone like iron. "She's not your punching bag, Lennox. You're angry—we all are—but don't you dare take it out on her."

Lennox stood still, chest heaving, eyes flickering between Levi and me. His mouth opened, like he wanted to argue—but instead, he just turned away, running a frustrated hand through his hair.

I exhaled shakily, my arms still trembling from the confrontation.

Levi turned to me, voice softer now. "Are you okay?"