Olivia's POV
It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was raw, desperate, furious. His mouth claid mine with an urgency that sent a jolt through my entire body. Heat flared between us, burning away the cold night air.
I gasped against his lips, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, his tongue forcing past my lips—demanding, conquering. This kiss was different, so different from the one we shared at the altar. That kiss had been forced, a public display. But this… this was possessive, overwhelming, and undeniably my first real kiss.
His hands cradled my face as if trying to ground himself at this mont.
I hated him.
I hated him for kissing like this. For making my body betray .
For making feel.
But I didn't stop him.
I kissed him back, matching his intensity, letting my anger, my pain, my frustration pour into it. If he wanted to shut up, if he wanted to silence my words, then fine. But he would also feel every ounce of rage I had buried inside .
As we kissed, Louis let out soft moans, and our wolves purred in delight. And ? It was a bittersweet feeling for .
Louis broke the kiss first, his breath ragged as he pressed his forehead against mine.
"Stop saying you want to die," he muttered, his voice hoarse, filled with sothing that almost sounded like pain.
I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. "Why?" I whispered. "Why do you care?"
Louis exhaled sharply, his fingers still tangled in my hair. "Because, Olivia," he said, his tone dark and laced with frustration, "I'd burn the whole damn world before I let you die. I have to make you pay for what you did to , and you can't do that if you're dead."
I furrowed my brows. What was he talking about?
Before I could ask, the rustling of leaves caught my attention. A wave of panic washed over , but the familiar sll of Lennox hit my nose, announcing his presence before he showed up from the trees.
Lennox halted in his tracks as his piercing gaze locked onto and Louis. I was already dressed, but Louis wasn't, he was still bare from the shift.
Lennox's sharp eyes flickered between and Louis, his expression unreadable, but the tension in his stance was unmistakable.
His gaze lingered on my swollen lips, then flicked to Louis, still bare from the shift, before his jaw clenched.
"Olivia," he said, his voice dangerously low. "What the hell is going on?"
I swallowed, my mind racing. I could still taste Louis on my lips, still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin. My body was betraying , trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.
Louis spoke first. "I heard from the guards that Olivia ran into the woods, so I followed to make sure she didn't do sothing stupid. But she already did."
Lennox narrowed his eyes at . "What did she do?" he asked, his piercing gaze fixed on so intensely that I had to look away.
Louis sighed. "She ran past the border and straight into the Shadows Pack's territory."
Lennox grunted in annoyance and shot a glare. I could tell he wanted to say more, but he simply turned around and began walking out of the woods.
Louis and I exchanged glances. He frowned at but said nothing as he started getting dressed. Ignoring him, I turned and followed Lennox out of the woods.
As I made my way back, I could hear Louis's steps behind , while Lennox was ahead, never looking back.
I hated this.
I hated how they made feel—torn, confused, angry.
I hated the way my lips still tingled from Louis's kiss.
And most of all, I hated the way Lennox's anger felt like a blade slicing through .
My steps faltered slightly, but I forced myself to keep moving. The scent of the pack house grew stronger—a reminder that I couldn't just disappear into the night, no matter how much I wanted to.
We arrived at the pack house, and I went straight up to my room. My wolf was still purring at the intense kiss Louis and I shared, but I pushed my mind against it and went to take a shower.
After washing away the lingering heat of the night, I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped back into my room, only to freeze.
Lennox was sitting on my bed.
My eyes widened for a split second before I masked my surprise. Why hadn't I sensed his presence or caught his scent?
Composing myself, I crossed my arms. "Alpha Lennox, to what do I owe this visit at this hour?" I asked, my tone sounding irritated.
He didn't respond imdiately. Instead, he slowly rose to his feet and began walking toward .
I swallowed hard, instinctively taking a step back. But Lennox kept coming closer.
I continued moving backward until my back hit the wall, trapping as Lennox stood before , his hands on each side of , caging in.
Our eyes t, and I saw it. Raw anger.
"So, it's Louis you liked?" he spat the words out.
I furrowed my brow at him, my heart hamring at the feeling of him being so close to . And my wolf wasn't helping at all, the bitch was purring.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, trying to sound unaffected. "You and your brothers hate , and I hate you three too."
The words felt like a lie.
Yes, they had hurt in ways that were unforgivable. But could I really hate them? These n had been my heroes growing up.
Lennox's frown deepened. "Hate, you say?' He scoffed. "Yet you kissed him in the woods—so hard your lips are still swollen. I could even sll your arousal right there in the woods!" he spat in anger. "You don't feel that way toward soone you hate."
My brows knitted together as I studied his expression.
Lennox wasn't just angry. He was… jealous?
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