CHAPTER 538: OUT OF CONTROL

Olivia’s POV

"Now... all of you get out," Lennox yelled again.

His voice wasn’t just loud.

It was broken.

Shaking.

Full of pain, I could feel like a slap to my chest.

But still—he yelled at us like we were strangers.

My heart squeezed so tight I couldn’t breathe.

Louis stepped forward slowly. "Lennox... please... don’t push us away. You just—"

"I SAID GET OUT!" Lennox shouted, his voice trembling with rage.

His eyes were wild and full of tears he didn’t want anyone to see.

Louis froze.

Levi clenched his jaw, anger and pain written all over him, but even he didn’t dare move.

Lennox pointed at the door with a trembling hand.

"Out," he whispered this time. "Before I lose whatever control I have left."

I watched him with my heart in my throat.

I saw everything in that moment:

His fear.

His heartbreak.

His anger.

And that deep, deep sadness that made him want to die minutes ago.

I wiped my tears and tried to speak softly.

"Lennox... I—"

"And why did you save me?? I didn’t ask," he snapped, glaring at me. "I didn’t ask you to save me. I didn’t ask you to touch me. I didn’t ask you to come close to me."

Each word stabbed me like knives.

Louis whispered my name, but I shook my head.

"I’m not leaving you," I whispered.

He looked at me with eyes that were shattered, tired, and empty.

"All of you get out."

My breath caught.

Levi stepped forward, angry again. "Lennox—"

Lennox’s head snapped toward him. "KEEP QUIET, LEVI."

Levi froze.

Lennox turned back to me... slower... softer... but still hurting.

"I can’t... look at you," he whispered. "Not now."

That made something inside me crack loudly—so loud I heard it in my chest.

"I love you," I whispered before I could stop myself.

His eyes closed.

A tear fell down his cheek.

But when he opened his eyes again—

He hid the pain.

He hid the love.

He put the wall back up.

"Get out," he repeated. "All of you."

His voice was cold.

But his eyes were begging.

Begging us to leave before he broke again.

Levi exhaled sharply and turned away first.

Louis looked at Lennox one last time, pain in his eyes, before he followed Levi.

I stayed back.

I couldn’t move.

My legs felt like stones.

My heart felt like it was bleeding.

Lennox looked at me.

Just me.

His voice was weak... tired... defeated.

"Olivia... please."

That "please" destroyed me.

My throat closed as I whispered, "Okay... I’ll go."

I stood up slowly, my knees shaking so much I almost fell.

My hand touched the door frame...

Just as a tear slid down Lennox’s cheek.

He wiped it fast, like he didn’t want me to see.

Then he turned his face away from me.

"... Close the door behind you."

My heart shattered fully.

I closed the door gently.

I leaned on it outside and let out a silent cry into my hands, my whole body shaking.

I wiped my face with shaking hands as I walked down the hall.

My tears wouldn’t stop.

My chest felt like someone stabbed a knife inside and twisted it.

When I reached the living room, Levi and Louis were sitting there.

Louis looked worried.

But Levi...

Levi looked angry.

Annoyed.

Like he was the victim.

Something inside me snapped.

Before he could even stand—

SMACK!

My hand hit his cheek so hard his head snapped to the side.

He stared at me, shocked.

"Olivia—"

SMACK!

Louis gasped.

Levi’s hand flew to his cheek.

"Olivia! What—"

SMACK!

I grabbed his shirt front, crying and shaking.

"You had NO RIGHT!" I yelled, my voice trembling with rage. "You had NO RIGHT to tell Lennox that I’m not his mate! That was for me to say! ME! In my time—my way—not YOU!"

Levi opened his mouth, but I slapped him again—harder this time.

Louis rushed forward. "Olivia, please—calm down—"

I glared at Louis so sharply he froze in his tracks.

Then I turned back to Levi, my whole body trembling with rage.

"I don’t know what has gotten over you," I spat. "I don’t know why you’re acting like this. I don’t even recognize you!"

That’s when Levi snapped.

His chest rose and fell fast.

His eyes turned red with tears.

"What has gotten over me?" he yelled back. "LOVE! MY LOVE FOR YOU!"

I froze.

Louis froze.

Levi stepped back, breathing shakily, tears sliding down his face.

"You want to know why I said it?" he shouted. "Because I am tired, Olivia! TIRED! It is ALWAYS Lennox! Lennox this, Lennox that—EVERYTHING IS ABOUT HIM!"

I shook my head, crying harder. "Levi, stop—"

"No!" he yelled louder. "You think I don’t see it? You think Louis doesn’t see it? Even when you look at us—your eyes are searching for HIM!"

His voice cracked badly.

"It doesn’t matter what we do, Olivia. It doesn’t matter how we try. He will ALWAYS be first in your heart."

I frowned at him. "That is not true," I cried.

"Oh, really?" Levi stepped closer, tears running down his face. "I bet—even when we are making love—you imagine it is Lennox touching you, not me!"

My eyes widened in shock.

Before he could blink, I slapped him again.

SMACK!

This time something burst from inside me—

FIRE exploded from my palm.

A bright, burning flame rushed out of my hand and hit the floor beside Levi’s feet, making him jump back in fear.

Louis grabbed me. "Olivia! Stop!"

But my eyes were glowing.

My hands were burning with fire.

My wolf was howling inside me.

I was about to lose control when a voice boomed from behind us.

A small, familiar voice.

"Mom..."

I froze... Without looking, I knew it was one of my sons, though I can’t differentiate them because they speak alike.

Turning around, I noticed the look of questions in his eyes... he wasn’t surprised or scared of the flames in my hands. He knew I have the gift of flames.

I swallowed hard.

My whole body shook.

"Baby..." I whispered, wiping my eyes quickly. "Why are you awake? Where is your nanny?"

He blinked. "We were about to sleep. But I... we heard shouting. And crying."

He looked around at all of us.

Then his eyes landed on Levi—his cheek red from my slap, tears in his eyes.

Then Louis—standing there stiff and pale.

Then me—shaking, broken, my hands still warm from the flames.

Then slowly...

Slowly...

He looked toward Lennox’s closed door.

"Is Father Lennox okay?" he asked quietly. "I have a bad feeling."

My throat tightened.

I kneeled down in front of him, holding his small shoulders gently.

"Yes," I whispered. "He’s... he’s okay. He’s resting."

Liam frowned.

His small eyebrows pulled together the same way Lennox’s used to when he was confused.

Then he did something that broke me—

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around my neck.

A soft, warm, and comforting hug.

"Mom," he whispered, "you are lying... you still don’t know how to lie."