Lennox's POV
"What the hell are you saying, Uncle…" I snarled, my voice shaking with fury. My wolf was already pushing through, growling, demanding control.
Uncle Damien didn't flinch. He looked straight at me, his expression calm but serious. "You heard me, Lennox," he said flatly. Then he turned to Olivia and pulled her closer against him, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist. "Olivia is now… my woman."
My vision turned red.
A deep growl ripped from my throat as my wolf surged forward. My claws shot out, and my eyes burned gold.
I couldn't stop it.
I didn't want to.
She was ours. My mate. Our mate. And he dared to claim her?
I lunged forward, ready to rip him apart and take her back.
But a body blocked me.
"Enough!" my father's voice boomed like thunder as he stepped in front of me.
"Calm down, Lennox!" he ordered, his hand on my chest, trying to hold me back. But I was shaking, snarling, barely holding myself together. "Your wolf is clouding your mind."
