Lennox's POV
The color of Damien's eyes darkened and in the blink of an eye, he made his way toward me. But shockingly, Olivia moved past him and stood between us—stopping Damien from attacking me.
Of all the things I expected… that wasn't one of them. She stood between us, her arms outstretched, facing a furious Alpha. My heart skipped. She still cared, even if she didn't want to admit it. For a fleeting second, pride flared in my chest.
"Step away!" Damien growled, already losing his temper.
I wasn't surprised. What I said was more than enough to make him furious. There are only two things that can really set Uncle Damien off. One is someone hurting Sofia—he'd tear them apart without a second thought. And the second is exactly what I just did: reminding him that someone took her from him.
Olivia shook her head, not moving.
"No," she said firmly, staring up at him. "I won't step away, Alpha Damien."
His jaw clenched harder. His fists curled at his sides.
"This is between me and him," Damien said through gritted teeth.
"No," Olivia said again. "You two are family. Whether you like it or not, you are both tied to each other now. And you're standing in my room—fighting. Like enemies."
Damien's nostrils flared. He glanced around, as if only now realizing where we were.
"I won't let you tear each other up in my presence," Olivia said firmly. "And definitely not in my room."
For a long moment, no one spoke. The tension was thick, so heavy.
Then Damien turned his eyes on me.
His voice was low and filled with rage. "You do not want to keep testing me, Lennox."
I didn't answer.
"I swear on the full moon," Damien continued, "if you strike my nerve again, the Full Moon Pack will be left with only two Alphas. Because you… will be dead."
My wolf growled at the threat, loud and deep, rising from inside me. I didn't care if he was my uncle. He crossed the line.
But before I could say anything, Damien turned around and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Silence fell again.
Olivia slowly lowered her arms, her shoulders tense.
I stared at her—at the woman who just stopped Alpha Damien from tearing into me.
My mate.
Still fierce.
Still mine… even if I didn't deserve her.
She turned to me and frowned, but I smiled instead—and I think it annoyed her.
"And what are you smiling about?" she snapped.
I shrugged. "You."
She raised a brow. "Me?"
I nodded. "Yes, you… you don't cease to amaze me every time."
She didn't smile. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
"You think this is funny?" she asked, clearly still tense.
"No," I said, my voice softening. "But… you just stood in front of Damien for me. You didn't even think—you just acted. That means something."
Her jaw clenched. "It doesn't mean what you think."
I stepped closer, but slowly. Careful not to annoy her. "Olivia—"
"No." She backed up a step. "Don't start. Don't twist this into some mate moment. I stopped him because I didn't want blood on my floor. Not because I care. And you being hurt? It would affect me. Because of the bond. That's all."
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Still. Thank you."
She looked away, her eyes fixed on the door Damien had slammed. Her voice was low now, filled with curiosity. "Who is this Sofia? And where is she?"
I sighed. I wished I could tell her what she wanted to hear, but it wasn't my place to. That was Damien's.
"I can't say much, but all I'll say is… Sofia is everything to Damien. He would die for her without hesitation."
Olivia's brow furrowed. "His mate?"
I shrugged. "More than that."
She didn't seem happy with my response, and I could tell she wanted to know more. But I can't…
She lifted her gaze and frowned at me. "You knew your words would enrage him. And you still said them."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I'm just… jealous, okay? I see the way he looks at you. And I know you feel something for him. I can smell it on you."
Her cheeks flushed. Just a little. But enough for me to realize my fear was true.
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