A tense silence hung in the air as the three of us sat there. My jaw clenched, and finally, I snapped, my voice cutting through the stillness. "What's the meaning of this attitude, Levi?" I growled, my eyes narrowing on him.

"Then what is it about?" I snapped at him while rising to my feet, my anger-filled eyes fixed on him. I hate that we are in this situation... I hate having a fight with any of them, and now especially because of Olivia.

Levi’s face hardened, his jaw ticking. “This isn’t about sex, Lennox…”

The corridors felt endless as I strode through them, my footsteps echoing against the marble floor. By the time I reached the study room door, my pulse was thundering in my ears.

I took my seat, my expression neutral, but my jaw was tight. Dustin moved to his place, and the meeting began almost immediately – reports of border patrols, supply allocations, and rogues' growing movements.

We stepped into the pack hall, the heavy double doors closing behind us with a low thud. The room was already filled with the pack heads, their voices low, conversations blending into a muted hum. The long, polished table gleamed under the golden light of the chandeliers, and every gaze briefly shifted toward me as we entered.

"You have a meeting with the heads," he said simply, giving me a curt nod before turning toward the pack hall.

The room went silent again, heavy with the weight of Louis’s words. My chest heaved as I glared past him at Levi. The anger was still there, but under it was pain. I was pained that Levi had such thoughts about me.

Levi pushed up from his seat, closing the distance between us until only inches remained. His hard glare never wavered. "All I’m saying is, stop being manipulative, Lennox. Stop trying to pull her closer to you like that. You already have Olivia wrapped around your finger – you don’t need to do more.”

Lennox’s POV

Without waiting for his reply, I turned on my heel and walked out, my wolf pacing inside me, torn between rage and hurt.

Olivia stood there, her gaze darting between the three of us – me, Levi, and Louis already inside. She was tense, her hands clasped in front of her, as though bracing herself for the storm she knew was coming. Levi stood off to the side, arms crossed, still rigid from our earlier clash. Louis leaned against the desk, his expression heavy with irritation.

I stood to my feet and all eyes were drawn to me. "Apologies… something came up… this meeting is adjourned.” I didn’t wait for objections before striding to the door.

My wolf snarled inside me, furious at his words. "Scraps?" I echoed, my angry voice booming around the room. "That's what you think this is about? You were the first to make love to Olivia alone. Did you think I didn’t know?" I leaned forward, my glare burning into him. "I wasn’t angry then, Levi. I didn’t get jealous. So why the hell are you angry now just because she and I made out?"

Her eyes locked on mine first. "What the hell is going on between you three?" she demanded.

Without a word, I fell into step beside him. My wolf was still restless, pacing inside me, clawing at my chest. The walk to the hall was quiet, my mind replaying every word Levi had thrown at me. Manipulative. Wrapped around my finger. Scraps. Each tore into me… I’m the type of man whose words get into me easily, and especially from my loved ones.

And I wasn’t lying. Levi had always been the perfect one among the three of us – calm, composed, measured – but he carried a spirit of jealousy. Not for anyone else… only for me. He used to think I always had the best, that I took the best. It was a shadow that trailed us when we were growing up, something that created distance between us. But later… he changed. Or at least, I believed he did. He outgrew it, or so I thought. Which is why I don’t know where this is coming from now.

He turned his glare on Levi first. "I’m the last-born here, Levi. If anyone should be acting out and throwing tantrums, it should be me. Not you. And definitely not over Olivia.” He exhaled sharply, his shoulders tense. “We have a serious problem with Frederick breathing down our necks, and you two are standing here ready to tear each other apart over this? Do you even hear how foolish this sounds?”

Levi’s jaw ticked, but he met my glare head-on. “I’m not jealous, Lennox. She’s ours. But you keep pushing like you’re the only one who matters, like the rest of us should stand back and wait for scraps."

I shook my head slowly. "You know what, Levi? If having Olivia all to yourself is what will help you sleep soundly at night, then take her. Have her." My voice was filled with hurt. "I don’t need to fight my own brother just to prove something that was never in question."

But I wasn’t really hearing any of it. My mind was miles away, still locked in that room with Levi, still staring into his accusing eyes. Every so often, a voice from the table would drag me back, only for my thoughts to slip again. The weight of his words clung to me like chains, and no matter how I tried to focus, my chest stayed tight, my pulse unsteady.

Outside, Dustin was already waiting for me, his stance straight and formal, but his eyes flickered with concern.

Levi didn’t flinch. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, calm in a way that only stoked my anger. "Someone has to call you out," he said calmly. "You’re acting like Olivia is only mated to you."

The moment I stepped out of the hall, the tightness in my chest only grew worse. My wolf paced harder, restless, wanting nothing more than to be near her. Olivia.

Rage shot through my veins. My hands curled into fists at my sides. "So, you still haven’t changed, Levi? You still have that seed of jealousy toward me," I spat.

My frown deepened. His words angered me, but at the same time, I was hurt by his words… How could he think I was being manipulative?

Suddenly, I got a mind link. "Lennox… I’m in the study room with Levi and Louis, can you come?" That was Olivia’s voice.

Louis, who had been quiet all this while, finally stood up and stepped between us, separating Levi from me. "Both of you, stop it," he snapped.

I paused for a moment, breathing in deeply. Her scent was faint through the wood, soothing yet sharp enough to stir my wolf. I pushed the door open.

I inhaled deeply before responding. "Yes… I’m on my way."