Lennox's POV
I adjusted my collar for the tenth time, my palms damp. I was the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North, a man who had stared down death and won, yet my heart was hammering against my ribs like a terrified pup's.
Behind me, Levi was pacing a frantic line across the rug, and Louis was standing like a statue, though the way he kept clenching and unclenching his jaw told me he was just as wrecked as I was.
"Come to think of it," Louis said suddenly, his voice raspy, "Olivia is technically still married to us. We never signed divorce papers."
I shook my head, looking at the velvet box in my hand. "That marriage didn't stand, Louis. It was born out of hate and forced onto her. This…" I gestured to the room, "this is a choice."
"He's right," Levi added, stopping his pacing to look at the bed. "This time, we aren't asking her to be a Luna for the pack. We're asking her to be ours because we can't breathe without her."
