Louis's POV
"So, you're really with Olivia," Lennox said. His tone caught me off guard. It wasn't sharp, not the furious edge I had prepared myself for. Instead, it was calm, almost resigned.
I had braced for his anger—for him to lash out, accuse me of lying, of sneaking behind their backs while everything else was falling apart. But instead, all I heard was the faint sigh that slipped through the link.
"You should have just said it," he muttered.
I exhaled, rubbing a hand over my face. "I didn't want things to get awkward."
Lennox scoffed lightly, not angrily —just matter-of-fact. "Come on, Louis. She's also your mate. That doesn't matter. Not to me."
His words hit me in a way I hadn't expected. I sank deeper against the bedframe, glancing down at Olivia sleeping soundly against my chest. The knot in my stomach loosened just a little.
"So… what now?" I asked after a moment, uncertain.
