Captain Lennox Transformers Novels & Stories

But at thirteen, she possessed something she had never had: real friends. Mira, whose sharp tongue cut through pretense. Talia, loud and brilliant and unrepentantly herself. And Lennox. Lennox Carter—twelve years old, gangly limbs, braces gleaming when he laughed, oversized hoodies in every color he could find. A wolf shifter who looked more like a computer geek than a predator. He barely spoke to anyone except Lyra, hovering near her desk with nervous loyalty, offering dry observations and begging her to untangle whatever code stymied him.

"Mr. Demetri, so good to have you here. It's been too long." I swallowed as Nox's hand stilled, staying hidden beneath the red fabric. "Antonio." Nox nodded at the man. "What have I said? Oren is Mr. Demetri. I'm Lennox." He turned my direction. "And this is my beautiful girl friend, Alexandria." "Alexandria," Antonio said, lifting his hand toward me palm up. I managed to free my right hand from behind Nox's arm as his fingers stayed fused to my thigh.

The doorbell rings and I get up, quickly, to answer it. Lennox is standing at the door smirking. “Are you ready, baby girl?” I grin in response. Lennox looks good as always with his caramel skin. He is 6’4 and solid with muscles. He is always catching the eyes of all women he comes across. His hazel eyes always seem to glitter with excitement. Lennox rocks a tapered haircut, with the top in twists. He has his ends dyed blonde.

Lennox leaned in towards Claire's upper body, emitting a dangerous aura. Claire felt a chill down her spine and instinctively stepped back from the car door. Lennox's overwhelming presence was too strong. Under his intimidating expression, Claire involuntarily said, "Emma, she's been my good friend since childhood." Lennox didn't stop approaching Claire. Even though she answered the question, he still trapped her between the car door and himself. "Does Emma know you like Chrispin?" Lennox stared at Claire intently, his tone cold and mysterious, his intentions unclear.

Gerard POV It’s been nineteen years since Silja and I got together. Lennox turned eighteen, and he is going to be taking over as Alpha soon. Silja has raised him, the same way she saved me. By making sure he saw the world through a different lens. Lennox grew up with the sensibility not found in most grown men who currently sit on the council. The only time he loses his senses is when it comes to Erik and Romy’s daughter, Haven. She is turning eighteen tonight.

Another blow caught his jaw, snapping his head to the side. Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, he heard a voice. Calm. Measured. Familiar. "That's enough." The hands released him. The kicks stopped. The tunnel fell silent except for the ragged sound of his own breathing. Lennox stepped into the circle of light cast by a dozen flashlights. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a face that could have been carved from marble. Cold eyes the color of winter ice swept across the carnage — across the bodies of his fallen men, across the blood-soaked wreckage, across Zeus's broken form on the ground.

Lennox’s eyes cut to him. “With what?” “With the fall.” And Lennox did something none of them expected. He sat. A full, deliberate gesture. He didn’t reach for the envelope. He didn’t make a speech. He didn’t threaten. He just lowered himself into the chair like a man preparing for his legacy to be rewritten. It wasn’t surrender. But it was the first breath of it. Nova looked at Aria. Aria looked at Cassian. Then back to Lennox. “It starts now,” she said.

Because why would Roman Lennox, CEO of Lennox Global Logistics, actually be here? But he was. “My employee informed me you requested my presence,” he said, his tone measured and almost bored, like this was just another checkbox on his to-do list. His posture was immaculate, hands tucked casually into his pockets, exuding an air of effortless power that made me feel woefully underdressed in my leggings and oversized hoodie. Anthony, looking like he was about to pass out, stammered, “Miss Lyra, this is Mr. Roman Lennox, the CEO of Lennox Global Logistics.” He practically shoved the flowers and basket toward me, but Roman intercepted them, holding them out himself.

Lucas' POV Lucian seldom revealed his real feelings in front of others. He only did it in front of me. It was like a fucking curse. I stared at him, ready to face the music. Lucian continued relentlessly, "For once in your life, Luke. Think with your head, not your dick. You were there last night at Lagoon Park. You saw what happened. If we had been five seconds late, those rogues would eat Louisa alive! Four of them didn't make it through interrogation, and one of them finally gave us the truth. They were sent by the Defiant Pack. Apparently, Beta Nathan asked them to dress up like hobos and approached her. Do you see what's going on here? As soon as they heard the rumor that your mate was

I turned to see two warriors whom I recognize from all the time I spend watching the werewolves of Dark Wolf train. Lennox, the lead warrior is the hugest man I ever saw. He looks like a giant, and his hard stare could make anyone want to run for their life. The other man next to him, whose name I’d never be able to pronounce was a little more friendly and he didn’t have half as many muscles as Lennox. “You are free to go,” Lennox announced, studying me intently. “Really?” I stared at them unbelievably. The second man nodded his head and gestured towards the door.