Lennox's POV
"A job for me?" I asked, confused.
Levi nodded and turned away, already walking. He didn't explain. He didn't slow down. He just lifted a hand slightly, signaling for me to follow.
Every instinct in me went alert.
I followed him anyway.
We walked through the halls in silence, past guards and servants, until we reached his office. He opened the door and stepped inside. I followed, my shoulders tense.
"Have a seat," he said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk.
That only made my confusion worse.
I sat, keeping my back straight, my face calm. "Alpha," I said carefully, "what job do you have for me?"
Levi didn't answer right away.
He walked behind his desk, then stopped. He didn't sit. He just stood there, staring at the wall like he was fighting something inside himself.
Then he spoke.
"I love Olivia."
The words hit hard—not because I didn't know, but because of how he said them.
