Fated To Not Just One, But Three - Chapter 546
Chapter 546: Removed
Lennox’s POV
The hallway felt unfamiliar the moment we stepped out.
The air felt colder.
The walls too wide.
The silence too loud.
Annabella pushed me slowly toward the living room.
The moment we entered, the servants froze.
Their eyes widened.
One maid gasped and dropped her towels.
Another covered her mouth.
Someone whispered my name like they’d seen a ghost.
“Alpha Lenn—”
They never finished.
Then they bowed.
Not the way they used to—sharp, and respectful.
No.
Their heads dropped slowly… uncertain… with pity softening their eyes.
My stomach twisted.
These were the same people who used to tremble when I walked.
Who never met my eyes.
Who would rather die than disrespect me.
Now they looked at me like I might break apart if they breathed wrong.
Annabella kept wheeling me forward, but I barely felt the movement.
I was staring at them.
At what I had become to them.
At the far end of the room, two warriors entered.
They froze too.
Their eyes widened for a moment—shock—then quickly lowered.
Not in respect.
In discomfort.
They didn’t know whether to look at me or pretend they hadn’t seen me.
I hated it.
Every second of it.
We moved down the hallway and passed two servants carrying folded sheets.
I cleared my throat and said quietly, “Tell me what has been happening in the pack these last years.”
The servants stiffened.
Daniel—one of the older ones—shifted nervously. “I… I’m sorry, Alpha Lennox.”
“Then start talking.”
He lowered his gaze. “I-I can’t, sir. Alpha Louis said only he handles pack updates. And Alpha Levi.”
For a moment, my heart stopped.
“Bring me the spring reports,” I said, my voice tightening. “All of them.”
Daniel swallowed. “I’m… sorry, sir. I don’t have permission. Reports go only to the acting Alphas.”
Sir.
Not Alpha.
My fingers dug into the side of my wheelchair.
“Daniel, that wasn’t a request.”
He shook his head. “I-I’m sorry… but I have to follow orders.”
Orders.
Not mine.
He bowed quickly and hurried away.
My chest tightened so painfully I had to breathe twice before I could speak.
Annabella, noticing my discomfort, wheeled me immediately toward the east wing.
My east wing, where our private office was located.
The closer we got, the tighter my jaw became.
Then we reached the door.
I froze.
Because above the door—where the plaque ALPHAs OFFICE used to hang—there was a new plaque.
Freshly carved.
Polished.
ALPHA LOUIS & ALPHA LEVI — MAIN OFFICE
Something inside my chest cracked.
Annabella slowed behind me. She didn’t need to say anything. She felt the drop in my breathing.
Two warriors stood guard.
When they saw me, they straightened instantly—shock flashing in their eyes—before their expressions shifted to something I never wanted to see.
Nervousness.
Uncertainty.
Pity.
Annabella stopped the wheelchair right in front of them.
I lifted my chin. “Open the door.”
Warrior One swallowed. “I’m sorry, Alpha Lennox—”
“Open. The. Door.”
My voice dropped even lower.
He winced. “We’re not allowed to. We can only open it for Alpha Louis or Alpha Levi.”
I stared at him.
He was new… I didn’t even know him.
“What did you say?”
He looked down. “Orders, sir.”
There it was again.
Sir.
Not Alpha.
Warrior Two added respectfully, “This wing is restricted. Only the acting Alphas can grant entry.”
Acting Alphas.
My blood ran cold.
My heart slammed painfully inside my chest.
The world blurred for a second and I grabbed the armrest hard enough to crack it.
“I am also the Alpha of this pack,” I said slowly and angrily. “That is also my office. My name is also supposed to be on that door.”
Both men kept their heads lowered.
Not from respect.
But discomfort.
Warrior One whispered shakily, “We’re following orders. Please… don’t make this harder, sir.”
Sir.
Not Alpha.
This time, the word didn’t stab me.
It carved straight through my chest like a blade.
Annabella touched the chair lightly. “Let’s go,” she whispered.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t breathe.
My name… gone.
My title… gone.
My authority… gone.
Everything I built with blood and bone… replaced.
My pulse hammered so loud I could barely hear anything else.
Annabella touched the back of the wheelchair lightly again, trying to calm me, but it only made the rage coil tighter inside my chest.
My fingers trembled.
My jaw clenched.
“Take me away from here,” I said through my teeth.
“Where do you want to go?” she asked softly.
I didn’t hesitate. “The training ground.”
She nodded and turned the wheelchair around.
Every push of the wheels felt like someone twisting a knife deeper into my ribs.
The halls seemed longer, the whispers louder, the bows slower.
Not respect—fear mixed with pity.
Pity.
The worst insult anyone could offer an Alpha.
We reached the doors to the training ground.
Annabella pushed them open, and the sounds hit me—shouts, the clash of bodies, the thud of fists hitting sand.
Warriors.
My warriors.
My heart twisted painfully.
I used to be the loudest voice here.
The strongest.
The fastest.
The Alpha they admired.
Now…
Now as I rolled in, the entire field froze.
Just like in the living room.
Shocked faces everywhere.
Training stopped.
Wolves mid-shift halted.
Warriors straightened awkwardly.
No one knew where to look… at my face or at the wheelchair.
I hated it.
Annabella pushed me onto the field, and I scanned the area.
My chest grew colder as my eyes landed on them—Louis and Levi—standing in the center of the training ring, giving orders.
My orders.
My routines.
My schedule.
Louis was correcting a warrior’s form.
Levi was demonstrating a technique.
Warriors watched them with respect and trust.
Respect that used to be mine.
My blood boiled.
“WHEEL ME TO THEM,” I snapped.
Annabella hesitated for half a second—but she obeyed.
As we approached, Levi was the first to notice the shift in the air.
He turned, confused, then froze when he saw me rolling toward him.
Louis stiffened as well.
I didn’t let them speak.
The moment Annabella stopped the chair, I glared directly at Levi.
“Lennox?” he said softly. “What are you doing here—”
I cut him off. “Why is my name gone from my office?!”
The whole training ground went quiet.
All the warriors froze.
All eyes turned to us.
Levi took a slow breath. “Lennox… we were going to tell you—”
“So you removed me as Alpha?” My voice cracked from anger. “Just like that?”
Louis hurried over now. “Lennox, calm down—”
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” I yelled.
Everyone stared.
Warriors whispered.
My chest rose and fell too fast.
Fury shook through me.
“This is also MY pack,” I said, pointing at the training ground. “I trained these warriors. I led this place for years. And now… now I can’t even enter my own office?!”
Levi tried to touch my shoulder. “Lennox, we only did what we had to—”
I slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me!”
His eyes darkened. “Don’t push me, Lennox.”
“Oh?” I scoffed. “You act like an Alpha now? Acting Alpha Levi? Is that it?”
His jaw clenched.
The warriors started whispering louder.
“Tell me why can’t I enter MY office?” I asked, my voice breaking. “Why did they put YOUR names there? Why do warriors say ‘sir’ instead of Alpha? WHY DO THEY LOOK AT ME LIKE THEY FEEL SORRY FOR ME?”
Levi’s jaw tightened. “Because you’re hurt, Lennox. You almost died. They’re scared. They don’t know how to act.”
I scoffed. “So now everyone walks on eggshells? Like I’m a child? Like I’m helpless?”
“Stop,” Levi said quietly. “You’re angry. I understand. But don’t take it out on the pack.”
“I’ll take it out on whoever I want,” I snapped. “Starting with you.”
Levi’s eyes darkened. “Don’t do this.”
“Oh, I WILL,” I spat, and shoved his chest with both hands.
It wasn’t a strong push.
My arms were weak.
But Levi still stumbled back one step.
Warriors gasped.
Levi’s chest rose sharply. “Lennox, enough.”
“Fight me,” I growled. “If you’re the only Alpha now, fight me.”
“I’m not fighting you,” he said firmly.
His calm voice only made me angrier.
My breath shook.
My vision blurred.
Everything inside me felt like fire.
“You took everything from me—”
“Lennox, STOP!”
I pushed him again, my wheelchair shaking under me.
But Levi grabbed my wrists gently.
“Enough,” he said, trying to calm me.
I yanked my arms away.
“DON’T TOUCH ME!”
I tried to shove him again.
But this time…
Levi snapped.
His eyes darkened.
His wolf pushed forward.
His chest rose fast with anger.
He stepped closer with a sharp breath.
“LENNOX, STOP!” he barked in Alpha-tone.
But I didn’t listen.
I shoved him one last time, putting every small bit of strength I had left into my arms.
That was it.
Levi lost control.
He grabbed the handles of my wheelchair.
Not gently.
Not softly.
But in a hot flash of anger.
“ENOUGH!” he growled—and pushed the wheelchair back too hard.
The wheels jerked.
The chair swung.
And then—
I felt the world tilt.
The wheelchair tipped forward.
My hands slipped from the armrests.
My body fell.
My face slammed hard into the dirt.