Chapter 42: Still Protective Of Her
Chapter 42: Still Protective Of Her
Lennox's POV
It had been a week since I last saw her, a week of avoiding her. And now, when I finally laid eyes on her again, it was to witness one of my own warriors laying his fucking hands on her.
Logan had dared to slap Olivia. The sight of those red marks marring her face made my blood boil. My wolf snarled in my head, demanding that I turn back and rip him apart. And I would have. But Olivia stopped me.
She had grabbed my wrist, shaking her head, her damn pleading eyes locking onto mine. And for some reason, I
I hated that I listened. I hated that I let that bastard walk away with his life.
I swear by the Moon Goddess, if she hadn't stopped me, I would have killed him—and it would have been justified. It would have been a warning to everyone who dared to lay a hand on her. Only my brothers and I had the right to speak down to her. Even then, we had no fucking right to touch her. I had hit her once before, and I still hadn't forgiven myself for it. And yet some bastard had the audacity, the utter lack of fear, to strike the mate of his Alphas.
No respect.
When we reached the pack house clinic, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Olivia hesitated for a moment before following.
The clinic was empty except for a pack nurse, who immediately stood and bowed her head in respect.
I exhaled sharply and turned to the nurse. "Leave."
The nurse hesitated for a second before nodding and hurrying out of the room.