Lennox's POV
The word "girlfriend" hung in the air like a poisoned arrow, piercing straight through my chest.
I couldn't breathe. Every muscle in my body tensed as I watched Damien's hand slide possessively around Olivia's waist, pulling her closer to his side. Her red dress—that fucking red dress—clung to her curves like a second skin, announcing to everyone that she belonged to someone else now.
To him. To my uncle.
"Breathe," Louis muttered beside me, his own voice strained. "Don't give him the satisfaction."
But how could I breathe when she was standing there, allowing another man to claim her? Our mate. Our Olivia.
The crowd erupted in applause and exclamations of surprise. I caught fragments of whispered conversations around us.
"Damien Luciano with a girlfriend?"
"After Sofia, I never thought..."
"The triplets must be—"
"Isn't she supposed to be their—"
