Olivia's POV
Lennox had this pitiful look on his face—one that might have softened me once. But now? Now it only made my anger boil hotter.
"Olivia… can we talk?" he asked quietly, taking a small step closer.
I nodded, arms folded. "Go ahead. I'm listening."
He opened his mouth, then shut it again. His lips pressed into a tight line, like he didn't know how to begin. That was strange—Lennox was never the type to struggle with words. If anything, he always knew just what to say.
"Alpha Lennox," I said, my voice harsh, "if you have nothing to say, I'll be on my way."
I turned to leave, but his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist.
I froze. The touch sent a shiver through me, not from affection—but from everything that had happened. I took a deep breath, turned slowly, and yanked my hand free.
"Don't touch me," I said quietly, but firmly.
