Fated To Not Just One, But Three - Chapter 550
Chapter 550: Remain Dead
Lennox’s POV
Olivia froze. Annabella gasped. The entire room went silent.
Olivia’s head turned slightly from the force, her hair falling forward. She looked at the ground for a second, breath shaking… stunned.
I lowered my voice, “Don’t you EVER talk to me like that again.”
Her fingers trembled. She slowly lifted her face to look at me.
There were tears in her eyes—slow, painful, furious tears. But behind them was rage…
“You… you slapped me,” she whispered.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I felt terrible for hitting her. I just lost control.
Her jaw clenched. Her eyes glistened. “Of all people… YOU slapped me? Because of this bitch?”
Before I could say anything, the door burst open so hard it slammed against the wall.
Louis stormed in.
His eyes found Olivia first—her red cheek, her trembling lips—then they snapped to me. In one second, his whole face changed. His nostrils flared. His wolf pushed forward.
He crossed the room in three steps.
He didn’t even think.
He grabbed the front of my shirt so hard my body jerked in the wheelchair.
“YOU HIT HER?!” he roared in my face. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!”
I didn’t look away. “Let go of me.”
“The hell I will!” Louis snarled. “You want to slap someone? Slap ME. You want to hit someone? HIT ME! Not Olivia!”
I clenched my jaw. “She disrespected me and I lost control….”
“AND YOU THINK YOU CAN PUT YOUR HAND ON HER?!” Louis pushed me back again. My wheelchair rolled a little, wheels scraping the floor. “Hit me instead, Lennox! I’m right here! TAKE OUT YOUR ANGER ON ME!”
He raised his fist, ready to swing—
“STOP!” Olivia grabbed his arm quickly. “Louis, stop!”
Her voice cracked. “Please… don’t… don’t hit him. Just let him go.”
Louis stood there breathing hard, his chest rising and falling. His fist was still clenched. His hand still twisted in my shirt.
He looked at her first… then at me… then at her again.
And slowly… he let go.
It was a miracle he let go because the Louis I know would have punched me in the face, and to be sincere, I deserve it.
Olivia placed a hand on his chest and whispered, “Louis… please. Let him be.”
Louis stepped back, still glaring at me like he wanted to tear me apart, his breath shaking from restraint.
“You know what?” Louis spat, stepping closer like he was daring me to even breathe.
Olivia touched his arm gently. “Louis, please—”
“NO,” he snapped, his eyes still burning into mine. “If this is how you want to behave… then you should never have come back.”
His words hit me.
“Louis, stop,” Olivia begged, pulling his sleeve.
He ignored her. His voice rose, shaking with anger and something else… hurt.
“You think you’re the only one who suffered? You think you’re the only one who broke? Olivia has not smiled—TRULY smiled—in years. Not once. No matter how hard Levi and I tried. No matter what we did. She never looked happy.”
My chest tightened painfully.
“She missed you,” Louis continued, his voice cracking for a second. “She cared about you even when she tried to force herself not to. She carried that pain for FOUR YEARS. And the minute you come back… the minute she sees you alive… This is how you treat her? You hit her?”
“Louis, enough!” Olivia cried, pulling at him.
He grunted, shaking her off gently but firmly. “No. This needs to be said.”
His eyes stabbed into mine. “You know what would have been better? If you never came back. If you had stayed dead. At least then we’d have good memories of you. The Lennox who saved her. The Lennox she admired. Not… this version of you.”
Those words.
Those damn words felt like fire under my skin. Like someone reached into my chest and twisted my heart with bare hands.
Olivia gasped, “Louis, stop saying that! Don’t say that!”
But he wasn’t done.
Louis stepped forward again, his shadow falling over me. “Listen to me clearly. Never—EVER—put your hand on Olivia again. I don’t care if you’re angry. I don’t care if you’re hurting. Touch her one more time…” He leaned down, his voice dropping to a deadly growl. “And you won’t just be crippled. I’ll make sure you have no hands left to hurt her with.”
“LOUIS!” Olivia shouted, her eyes wide, grabbing his arm with both hands.
Louis exhaled sharply, his chest heaving, but his glare stayed locked on me.
Then he grabbed Olivia’s wrist—not rough, but firm—and pulled her toward the door. “We’re done here.”
“Louis, wait—” she tried to turn back toward me.
But he didn’t let her.
He dragged her out of the room, slamming the door behind them.
The sound echoed through my bones.
And for the first time since waking up in this wheelchair… I felt truly, painfully, completely miserable.
Like maybe Louis was right.
Maybe I shouldn’t have come back at all.
I stared at the door for a long time, my chest tight, Louis’s words echoing in my head.
You should never have come back.
It would have been better if you stayed dead.
Maybe he was right.
Maybe all of this… was a mistake.
“Alpha Lennox…” Annabella’s soft voice came from the side.
I had forgotten she was still in the room.
She took a small step toward me. “Are you okay? Do you need—”
“Get out,” I said flatly.
She blinked. “Alpha…”
“I said get. Out.” My voice came out low and sharp. “I don’t want to see your face. Not now.”
Her lips pressed together. For a second she looked like she wanted to argue, then she bowed her head and walked out quietly, closing the door behind her.
The moment she left, the whole weight of everything crashed on me at once.
Louis’s anger.
Olivia’s eyes when I slapped her.
The warriors seeing me fall.
The plaque with my name gone.
My vision blurred.
A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. Then another. I didn’t even bother wiping them.
“Maybe I really shouldn’t have come back,” I whispered to myself. “Maybe Louis is right… maybe it would have been better if I died there.”
At least then… they would remember the strong Lennox.
The Alpha Lennox.
Not this one.
I bowed my head, my fingers curling tightly around the armrest.
He shouldn’t worry.
None of them should.
I will be gone soon.
The door opened again.
Golden stepped in.
His eyes moved from the broken things on the floor… to my red eyes… to my shaking hands. His jaw tightened.
“What happened?” he asked quietly.
“Nothing,” I muttered.
He didn’t believe that. I could see it in his face. But he didn’t push.
Instead, I looked straight at him. “Where is it?”
He hesitated. “Alpha…”
“The poison,” I said, my voice hard. “Where is it?”
Golden swallowed and stepped closer. “Please… have a rethink. You’re angry. You’re in pain. This is not the time to make this kind of decision.”
I clenched my teeth. “Golden. I told you what I want. I gave you an order.” My eyes locked on his. “Don’t make me repeat myself again.”
He looked at me, hurt and torn.
“Give. Me. The. Poison,” I said slowly.
Golden sucked in a deep breath, his shoulders dropping in defeat. His hand moved to his pocket. For a moment, he froze there, like his fingers didn’t want to obey him.
Then, slowly… he pulled out a small bottle.
Dark glass.
No label.
His hand was shaking as he held it.
He didn’t place it in my palm. He held it between us, his eyes begging me silently.
“Last chance, Alpha,” he whispered. “Please… don’t do this.”
I didn’t look away.
My hand reached out.
My fingers closed around the bottle.
It was light. Too light for something that could end everything.
Golden let go slowly, his hand falling back to his side. His face looked like someone was ripping his heart out, piece by piece.
I stared at the bottle in my hand.
So small.
So simple.
One move… and all of this would be over.
No more pity.
No more wheelchair.
No more empty title.
No more waking up wishing I hadn’t.
Golden’s voice came out rough. “Alpha… please…”
I didn’t answer.
I just tightened my grip on the bottle…
and slowly, very slowly… I opened it.