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 to stay rooted to the ground.
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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.
Olivia frowned and glared at us. "Talk what?"
I grunted, my fists clenching at my sides as I struggled to keep control.
"Don't play dumb with us!" Levi snapped, stepping forward until he was right beside me. "Why the fuck were you with Gabriel? And why are you wearing his damn clothes?!"
Olivia just lifted her chin stubbornly, her eyes full of anger, daring us to push harder.
"I don't owe you any explanations," she said coldly, each word like a slap to my face.
My wolf roared inside me, furious beyond reason. The smell of Gabriel on her — his scent on what was mine — drove me past the edge.
A low growl rumbled from deep within my chest as I moved before I could think.
In two strides, I was in front of her.
She gasped when I grabbed the front of the oversized polo, bunching it tightly in my fists. I saw the flash of fear in her eyes — but also anger — right before I ripped the shirt apart in one violent motion, the fabric tearing easily under my strength.
She let out a surprised yelp, scrambling to cover herself, but I wasn't done.
My hands moved to the sweatpants next, yanking them down her legs despite her kicks and protests.
I didn't stop until every piece of Gabriel's clothing was thrown to the floor, ripped and useless.
Now, Olivia sat on my bed in nothing, her body flushed and breathing heavy.
Only then did I step back, my chest heaving, my eyes devouring every inch of her.
"Now you don't smell like him anymore," I growled, my voice low and rough. "You're ours."
Olivia was still glaring at me, her cheeks burning with anger and something else — something hotter, something suffocating.
She opened her mouth to say something, but she shut up.
Louis and Levi moved to stand beside me, their gazes just as dark, just as possessive as mine.
I knew Gabriel hadn't touched her.
If he had, I would have felt it. But God, I was so jealous… the fact that he had to see her naked, the fact that he must have imagined something in his head was driving me insane.
I stepped closer, looming over Olivia where she sat on my bed, her bare legs tucked under her, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.
"You think I'm fucking stupid?" I snarled, my voice sharp and dripping with anger. "Did you fuck him, Olivia? Is that why you were wearing his damn clothes? Because you couldn't even be bothered to come back to your own pack after he was done with you?"
The moment the words left my mouth, I saw her freeze.
Her mouth parted in shock, and for a heartbeat, she just stared at me. And then—
"You bastard!" Olivia screamed, launching herself off the bed, her hands shoving at my chest. "How dare you accuse me of that?"
I let her push me — let her tiny fists slam against me — because it was either that or grab her and do something I'd regret.
"You went to his territory!" I shouted back. "You came back smelling like him! Wearing his fucking clothes! What the hell was I supposed to think, Olivia?!"
"If I had fucked him, you would have known, you fucking asshole!" she shrieked, her face blotchy with rage.
Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling, her eyes glittering with unshed tears — not of sadness, but pure, blistering anger.
"You know what?" she spat, her voice full of anger. "Reject me."
She stared straight at the three of us, her body trembling.
"You don't want this bond. You hate me. You were forced to marry me. So why don't you go ahead and reject me?"
She choked on the last words, her pain so evident in her voice.
"This bond… this marriage was a mistake. Let's end it. Let's set each other free."