Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 93

Chapter 93: His Clothes

Lennox's POV

For a moment, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak.

All I could do was stare — frozen — as Olivia approached us with Alpha Gabriel.

But it wasn't just that.

She was wearing a male's clothes.

The polo hung ridiculously large on her tiny frame, and the sweatpants dragged around her ankles.

She was wearing his clothes!

"Mine!" my wolf howled loudly in my head, urging me to rip those clothes off her body, but I forced my feet rooted to the ground.

As she drew closer, a thousand scenarios flashed through my mind.

How the hell did she know Gabriel?

Why had she gone to the Shadows Pack?

And why was she wearing his clothes?

Why were they whispering to each other like they were sharing some fucking secret?

Pain hit me so hard, I felt so jealous, so angry that I wished to rip off Gabriel's head. The idiot was smirking at us, and for a second, I wanted to attack him and declare war. But I held back.

Gabriel turned and walked away, leaving Olivia, who was standing a few steps away from us. She didn't look frightened — if anything, she had a challenging look in her eyes as she stared back at us.

Gritting my teeth, I moved forward, and my brothers did too. In unison, we all made our way towards her.

My fists clenched at my sides as I closed the distance between us. My brothers followed me, silent and deadly, radiating the same anger I felt pulsing in my veins. Olivia just stood there, unbothered, almost daring us to confront her.

I didn't hesitate when we reached her.

"What were you doing with Gabriel?" I demanded, my voice loud and full of anger.

"Why the hell were you at the Shadow Pack?" Levi growled.

"And why the fuck are you wearing his clothes?" I added, my eyes narrowing sharply at the oversized polo and sweatpants hanging off her petite frame.

Olivia just crossed her arms over her chest, a challenging look flashing in her eyes. She didn't answer. She didn't even flinch.

The silence stretched between us like a noose tightening around my neck. My wolf scratched furiously at my insides, demanding I do something, anything to assert our claim, to take her away from Gabriel's lingering scent.

"I asked you a question, Olivia," I hissed, stepping closer, but she still said nothing — just lifted her chin higher like she was challenging me to do my worst.

The last thread of my patience snapped.

Without another word, I grabbed her, ignoring her loud gasp as I threw her over my shoulder like she weighed nothing. She started pounding at my back, yelling and cursing at me, but it was useless. I wasn't letting her go. Not when she smelled like another male. Not when she was ours.

"Put me down, Lennox!" she screamed, kicking her legs, but I only tightened my grip.

"Not a chance," I growled.

My brothers followed silently, their anger evident, as I stormed back to the pack house. Warriors and pack members stared as we passed, some whispering, but I didn't give a damn.

I made it to my room, shoved the door open with my shoulder, and my brothers shut it behind us. Finally, I dropped her onto my bed.

She bounced once, sitting up immediately to glare at me with fire in her eyes, her hair a wild mess around her flushed face.

I stood over her, chest heaving, barely containing the rage blinking inside me.

"Start talking, Olivia," Louis demanded as he stepped forward.