Lennox’s POV

The moment I stepped into the room, I felt the heat in the air. Tension hung thick. My eyes darted between Olivia—who looked far too composed for someone who’d just been grounded for hours—and Louis, who was breathing heavily. Something had just happened.

I narrowed my eyes. Louis wouldn’t even look at me.

“Everything okay here?” I asked, my voice filled with suspicion.

Olivia glared at me. “Louis was just informing me that I’m free to move around.”

I turned to Louis, who was avoiding my gaze. “I’m leaving,” he suddenly said, and without meeting my gaze, he went for the door, pushed it open, and left, leaving me with Olivia.

I felt something wasn’t right, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Looking back at Olivia, she glared at me, her arms folded across her chest.

“You should also leave,” she said coldly, clearly sending me out.

My frown deepened, and I took a step closer to her. “That was not what you told me last night when my finger was inside you,” I said, my voice husky.

Olivia swallowed hard and lifted her chin. “I thought we weren’t supposed to talk about it…. To me, it was a dream, and it will remain that way!”

I stared at her, stunned. “A dream?” My chest tightened with anger.

“A dream?” I repeated, stepping closer. “That’s what you’re going with?”

Olivia frowned but held her ground. “What happened was actually a nightmare to me,” she said, fueling my rage even more.

“Really?” I asked angrily. “A nightmare? You weren’t complaining when you were trembling under my touch,” I said, my voice low and rough, “when you begged me not to stop.”

She looked away for a split second—just a second—but that was all I needed. I moved closer, closing the gap between us until her back hit the wall. My hands came up, caging her in on either side of her head. Her breath caught, but she didn’t move away.

“You want to pretend it didn’t happen?” I whispered, my mouth brushing her ear. “Then tell me…was this part of your dream too?”

Before she could answer, I claimed her lips. The kiss wasn’t soft. It was punishment—a reminder. She gasped, but I swallowed the sound, pressing her tighter against the wall as my hands slid down, trailing her sides, tracing the curve of her hips like I owned them—because I did.

Her fingers clutched my shirt, her defenses cracking with every stroke of my tongue, every low growl rumbling from my throat. I broke the kiss just enough to speak, my lips brushing hers.

“Let me remind you,” I said darkly. My hands dropped lower, slipping under the hem of her gown, grazing her thighs, inching higher. Her breath hitched as I reached her panties, my fingers gliding over the soft lace, until I touched the heat between her legs.

“You’re soaked,” I whispered, smirking against her skin. “Some dream, huh?”

I hooked a finger under the thin fabric and shifted it aside. My fingers slid against her entrance—warm, slick, needy. She gasped again, her head tipping back against the wall, lips parted, chest rising in ragged breaths.

“You can lie to yourself all you want,” I said as I circled her entrance slowly, tormentingly. “But your body remembers. It wants me.”

I pressed two fingers inside her, slow but deep, and her knees buckled. I held her up with my free arm, my lips trailing down her neck, nipping and tasting her skin while she tried—and failed—to muffle her moans.

“Say it,” I growled into her ear, pumping my fingers with a pace that made her tremble. “Say it wasn’t a dream. Say it…”

Her hands gripped my shoulders, nails digging into me, her walls clenching around my fingers like she was on the edge.

“I won’t!” she moaned stubbornly, her voice breathless.

I growled in frustration, my jaw tightening as her body trembled in my arms, her slick pussy pulsing around my fingers. She was dripping for me, writhing against the wall like she needed more—but she still refused to say the truth.

Fine.

Without a word, I took off the straps of her dress and pushed it down to her waist. Then I leaned down, capturing one of her nipples through her bra with my mouth, sucking hard. My tongue flicked and circled, tasting her.

She arched into me, her hands threading into my hair as a moan escaped her lips—loud, raw, needy.

“You’re so damn wet, Olivia,” I growled against her skin, dragging my teeth along her sensitive peak before switching to the other nipple, tugging it into my mouth, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. “And you’re still pretending this was all just a dream?”

My fingers thrust deeper, faster now, curling just right, hitting that spot that made her cry out—still refusing to say it. Her body betrayed her every second—shaking, clenching, soaking my hand—but her mouth stayed shut.

“You want to come, don’t you?” I whispered darkly, moving my lips up to her neck, biting down just beneath her jaw. “Then say it wasn’t a dream. Say it was me.”

She whimpered, body bucking against my hand, against my mouth, her lips parted like she was right there—on the edge.

Still, nothing. Stubborn, beautiful, infuriating.

I groaned into her skin, thrusting my fingers faster, my tongue tracing over her nipple again while my free hand gripped her thigh and held her open for me. Her body was on fire, her moans louder, more desperate—my name nearly slipping from her lips.

And then—a sharp knock at the door. I froze. So did she. Another knock, louder this time. “Luna Olivia? Are you okay?” It was the voice of one of her personal maids.

I clenched my jaw, pulling back slightly but not removing my fingers. Olivia looked at me, panic rising in her eyes.

I leaned in, my voice low and rough. “This isn’t over,” I whispered darkly, curling my fingers once more inside her before pulling away slowly, deliberately.

She gasped, biting her lip to stay quiet as I stepped back, fixing my shirt, my eyes burning into hers.

“That wasn’t a dream,” I growled softly. “And no matter what lie you keep telling yourself…your body knows it.”

With that, I turned and went for the door. When I opened it, I met the stunned look in the maid’s eyes, but she quickly bowed her head and looked away.

Ignoring her, I walked away while ignoring the hardness of my dick. Fuck! That woman was driving me crazy. My intention going to her room was to threaten her to tell me who her lover is—but now I ended up doing what I promised I wouldn’t let happen again.

Making my way back to my study, a maid rushed up to me. “Alpha… please come. Lady Anita just fainted.”