Chapter 292

Olivia’s POV
Their faces lit up instantly. Levi’s eyes shimmered, a boyish grin spreading across his face as he let out a shaky laugh of relief. Louis exhaled hard, like he’d been holding his breath all this while. And Lennox… he just stared at me like I’d hung the stars with my bare hands.
“You’re serious?” Levi asked, his voice trembling with hope.
I nodded slowly, brushing a tear off my cheek with the back of my hand. “I’m willing to give you a chance. But you have so much work to do.”
That made all three of them laugh. Really laugh—like a weight had been lifted, even if only slightly.
Lennox was the first to move. He stepped in without hesitation and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I melted into him, my face pressed against the familiar warmth of his shirt, his scent surrounding me—cedar, smoke, and something purely him.
Then Levi and Louis stood too, and before I could process it, we were all wrapped up in one big, tangled hug. Their arms around me, their bodies pressed close. It was overwhelming—in the best way.
I felt safe. I felt loved.
And goddess… I felt wanted.
I pulled back slightly, looking up into Louis’s eyes. Those warm, brown eyes that had once been my favorite shade. My heart thudded wildly as I reached up and pressed my lips to his.
It was soft. Gentle. But it was also passionate.
When I pulled back, his eyes were wide, stunned, and he looked like he’d forgotten how to breathe.
Then I turned to Levi. He was already watching me, his eyes dark with emotion, his lips parted. I didn’t hesitate—I kissed him too. Slower this time. Deeper.
He made a soft, broken sound when our lips touched, like he’d been waiting his whole life for that one moment.
And finally… Lennox.
I didn’t even give him time to react. I cupped his jaw and pulled him down to me. Our mouths met, and this kiss—gods, this one set me on fire.
His hand slid around my waist, firm and possessive. His other hand tangled in my hair, anchoring me to him.
It was heat and hunger and years of repressed feelings exploding at once.
By the time I pulled away, my lips were tingling, my cheeks flushed. I could barely breathe.
And I didn’t know what had come over me—maybe it was the wine, maybe the emotions, or maybe I really was ovulating—but the need in my belly was unmistakable. Heavy. Achy. Raw.
“I want you,” I said before I could stop myself.
Three pairs of eyes locked onto me at once.
“I—” I licked my lips, breathless. “I don’t know what’s happening. Maybe it’s the hormones. Or maybe it’s the bond. But right now… I just—” My voice dropped. “I need you.”
Silence.
Thick. Tense. Electrified.
Levi swallowed hard. “Are you sure?”
Before I could answer, Lennox stepped back slightly, shaking his head, his brows furrowed. “She is not sure,” he said, his voice low and rough. “She is just overwhelmed, Olivia. This is a lot.”
My heart clenched at his honesty. I didn’t blame him—not after everything we’d been through. But I couldn’t let doubt ruin this moment. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ
I stepped closer, my voice soft but certain. “Then let me prove to you that I am.”
And I did.
I turned to Levi and pulled him into a kiss. Deep. Hungry. No hesitation.
His arms wrapped around me instantly, gripping my waist as if he’d been waiting for this moment. He kissed me back with that same desperate energy—years of pain, love, confusion, and craving crashing into the space between our mouths. I moaned softly into the kiss, my fingers threading through his hair, tugging gently.
He growled low in his throat, and I felt him lift the hem of my gown slightly, his fingertips grazing the bare skin of my thigh. My breath hitched, my whole body lit up, his touch reigniting something wild inside me.
My hand slipped down between us, brushing against the hard line of his cock through his pants. He inhaled sharply, the sound shaky and raw, his hips twitching at my teasing touch.
I pulled back slowly, just long enough to turn to Louis.
He was already watching me, his eyes molten, jaw tight, chest rising and falling like he’d been holding himself back. The heat in his gaze made my breath catch.
I stepped toward him, rising onto my toes to press my lips to his. He didn’t wait. His hands came up instantly, one gripping my waist, the other sliding up my front, his palm molding to my breast.
I gasped into his mouth as his thumb brushed across my nipple through the thin fabric of my dress, the sensation shooting straight to my core. My wolf let out a soft, involuntary moan inside me.
“Goddess, Olivia,” Louis murmured against my lips, his voice thick. “You’re going to undo us.”
And then—suddenly—I was off the ground.
Strong arms wrapped tightly around me, lifting me like I weighed nothing.
I gasped, startled, then immediately melted into the heat of the body holding me.
It was Lennox.
His mouth crashed into mine with a desperation that stole every breath, every thought. It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a claim. A silent declaration.
His grip on my thighs tightened, holding me close against his chest, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, my arms curling around his shoulders.
He kissed me like a starving man, like someone trying to consume a memory before it disappeared again. I whimpered into his mouth, feeling my pussy clench as his hands gripped my waist, dragging me closer, desperate and breathless, like he needed me to breathe.
When we finally broke apart, he rested his forehead against mine, our breath mingling, our wolves howling.
“Tell us, little bird,” Lennox whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. “How and where do you want it?”