His Smell

Olivia’s POV

I woke up; Lennox was gone. Last night, after everything, he’d slept on the couch, not the bed. I wanted to be annoyed—at least he could have slept on one side of the bed—but I held back my suggestion and went to bed. Throughout the night, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking: What was Lennox going to show me? What had I done to hurt him? What the hell had I done to make him hate me so much? I desperately needed answers and couldn’t wait to return to the pack house.

My eyes fell on a white sheet on the nightstand. I picked it up and instantly recognized Lennox’s handwriting. After all these years, I could identify his handwriting anywhere. Not just his, but the triplets’ too!

I read it: “Good morning… take your bath and meet me downstairs when you are awake. I’m having a business talk with Callum.” He’d added a small heart.

I smiled, remembering a time before the hatred, before the confusion. Lennox used to doodle those same little hearts in the corners of my notebooks during training, always pretending it wasn’t him. He thought I didn’t notice. But I did. I noticed everything.

For a moment, that silly little heart made my chest tighten. Maybe there was still something—some version of him—that didn’t despise me completely. But now, I didn’t care.

I sighed and pushed the covers off. My body ached, not from exhaustion, but from the emotional weight pressing down on me. I needed answers. I needed clarity. And today, I was finally going to get them.

I padded into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As the warm water hit my skin, I leaned against the tiles, letting the steam ease the tension in my muscles. My mind raced. What was he going to show me? What the hell had I done? What did he think I’d done?

I wrapped a towel around myself and stood in front of the mirror. My reflection stared back—I looked so damn nervous. But whatever it was, I was ready to face it.

By the time I got dressed and went downstairs, I could hear voices from the sitting area. One was Lennox’s—deep, calm, a little distant. The other must have been Alpha Callum.

I stepped into the room, and the moment Lennox’s eyes met mine, everything stilled. There was a familiar look of admiration in his eyes, like the way he used to stare at me years ago.

I swallowed hard and looked away, moving toward the two powerful Alphas.

“Good morning…” I choked on my words when Lennox’s scent hit me.

Fuck! He smelled so good; I couldn’t help but sniff. It wasn’t his cologne. His scent… his scent was intoxicating, and I kept breathing it in.

I knew Lennox and Callum must have noticed, and I stepped away, embarrassed. My wolf was already purring, desperate to get closer. Fuck! I was in trouble… tomorrow night was the full moon, and I was already showing signs of being in heat.

Lennox must have noticed my discomfort because he abruptly stood up. “Alpha Callum… we’ll have the remaining part of the discussion on hold. I need to take Olivia home,” he said, and didn’t wait for Callum to respond before turning and leading the way.

As I walked behind him, I felt Alpha Callum’s intense gaze on me. I never looked back.

When we got outside, Lennox’s guards were waiting. We got into the car, and the journey home began.

Inside the car, Lennox’s intoxicating scent of lavender filled my nose, suffocating me. I pressed myself to the door and looked away, trying to create as much space as possible, but it wasn’t working.

Unable to stand it, I wound down the window. It helped, but only a little.

“Olivia, are you okay?” Lennox asked, genuinely worried.

I sucked a deep breath but didn’t respond. How do I tell him his scent was turning me on, driving me crazy, that all I wanted was his touch? Fuck!

He groaned lowly. “I can smell it, Olivia…” His voice dropped an octave, dark and dangerous. “I can smell your arousal.”

My heart skipped a beat. I panicked. “It’s… it’s because the full moon is tomorrow night!” I blurted, looking away. “That’s why my body is reacting this way. Gabriel needs to come get me.”

Lennox chuckled humorlessly. “Gabriel?” he echoed with a slight smirk, then knocked once on the tinted glass separating us from the front.

The car stopped smoothly.

“Get out,” Lennox ordered firmly. “Take five minutes. Both of you.”

The driver and bodyguard didn’t question him. They exited silently, closing the doors behind them.

Before I could process what was happening, he pulled me into his lap.

“L–Lennox, what are you doing?” I stammered, my hands pressed to his chest.

He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m helping you,” he said, his voice low and primal. “You’re a married woman, Olivia, I get it. I’m not fucking you. I’m just helping you… at least before Gabriel comes.”

Before I could protest, his hand slid under my gown. I gasped as he shifted my panties aside and pushed his finger into me. My head rolled back, a strangled moan escaping my lips. I was already so wet for him. My thighs trembled, my breath hitched, heat pooling in my stomach like wildfire.

“Lennox…” I breathed, frozen, overwhelmed.

“Shhh,” he said, his fingers moving expertly. “Let me help you. You’re burning up.”

I whimpered, overwhelmed but unable to pull away.

The moment I nodded, Lennox shifted. His hands tightened on my hips, and he let out a low groan, as if holding back something primal.

Through the tinted glass, I could still see the guards stationed around the cars, forming a protective perimeter. No one would disturb us. No one could.

I felt his cock under me. Hard, warm, throbbing. The pressure of his arousal pressed against my soaked panties, and I whimpered involuntarily, my hips tilting, grinding against him slightly.

“Lennox,” I gasped, overwhelmed by the heat between my legs. “I’m not even in heat yet…”

“I know,” he murmured, voice hoarse as he leaned into my neck, inhaling deeply. “But your body’s already reacting. So is mine.”

I felt his fingers move, slowly, carefully, as he reached behind me. A sound of metal sliding free—he was unzipping. My heart skipped.

I panicked and grabbed his wrist. “What are you doing?”

He looked up with a calm but intense expression. “Relax. I told you—I’m not going all the way. I just need skin-to-skin contact. It will help take the pressure off. I promise.”

His words made sense, even though my head was spinning from how badly I wanted him. I wanted more—needed more—but I also knew this was risky.

“I trust you,” I whispered, my breath catching.

He gave a slow nod, and then, with one smooth move, he reached between us and pushed my panties away.