Lennox's POV
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 rooted to the ground.
As she drew closer, a thousand scenarios flashed through my mind.
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.
