Lennox's POV
The moment Olivia stepped into the bathroom, the room fell into a heavy silence. Louis stood rigidly by the bed, Levi looked like he was forcing himself not to move, and I—well, I couldn't stop staring at the door she'd just vanished behind.
My wolf was restless. My heart was worse.
Then the door creaked open.
She stepped out slowly, and time stopped.
The dress hugged her body like it was made just for her. The midnight blue fabric shimmered with every step she took, flowing like water, clinging to her waist, showing off every soft curve. The sheer sleeves gave her an air of grace, while the neckline dipped just low enough to make my throat go dry.
She looked… stunning.
No, she looked like she belonged on a throne, not in this room—like a queen. Our queen.
I didn't realize I was staring until Levi nudged my side and whispered, "Close your mouth, Lennox."
I ignored him.