Chapter 4: sharing
Lennox's POV
An uncomfortable silence hung in the air as neither my brothers nor I spoke. The tension was thick, almost suffocating. An uneasy feeling settled in my chest as my thoughts drifted to Olivia—to the pain she might be going through. A part of me wanted to stop the punishment, to let it go. But if I did, it would show weakness, a soft spot for her. And I didn't want that. I couldn't afford that. Not after what she did to me.
"I wonder what she plans to do with all the things she stole," Levi spat, his voice sharp with anger, breaking the silence.
I turned to look at him, noticing the anger in his eyes. He was just as pissed as I was.
"Maybe she has a boyfriend she plans to give them to," Louis grunted.
The mere thought of that sent a sharp, uncomfortable pain through my chest, but I shoved it down and stood abruptly. "Tell the guards to search her things. Perhaps they're still in her room."
Without waiting for a response, I left the room, heading back to mine.
The mess I had created in my earlier frustration still littered in my room—broken glass, overturned furniture, scattered papers. I ignored it and walked straight to the minibar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. Uncorking it, I took a long swig, feeling the burn slide down my throat.
With a sigh, I sank onto the bed, but no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept drifting back to Olivia. The punishment she was enduring on the rooftop. I glanced at the window—the sun was scorching.
"If you're so worried about her, then stop the punishment." My wolf's voice rumbled in my head.
I clenched my jaw. "Why should I? Did she think about how I felt years ago when she hurt me? When she said those things?"
The door to my room pushed open, and Anita stepped inside. Her brows furrowed as she took in the mess in my room before her gaze landed on the whiskey bottle in my hand.