Fated To Not Just One, But Three - Chapter 551

Chapter 551: The Poison
Lennox’s POV

This was it. This was finally happening.

The end I had been begging for.

I stared at the small bottle in my hand. Something so tiny… yet strong enough to end everything in seconds.

One drink.

One swallow.

One minute.

And Lennox Luciano would be gone forever.

I lifted it slowly… my fingers trembling.

My chest tightened as thoughts rushed into my head one after another like arrows.

My life.

My failures.

My shame.

When I take this poison… in the next minute, I will be dead.

Dead by my own hand.

What would people say?

The great Alpha Lennox… the man who couldn’t stand his own problems… killed himself like a coward.

My pack—would they mourn me?

Or would they mock me?

Would they say, “He wasn’t strong after all”?

“He couldn’t handle life without a wolf”?

“He couldn’t handle being crippled”?

My parents—how will they cope burying one of their children… no parent should go through such.

I thought of my brothers…

Louis… Levi…

Would they blame themselves?

Would they say if they had done more, I wouldn’t have chosen death?

And Olivia…

My heart squeezed painfully at the thought of her face.

How would she cope knowing I poisoned myself?

Knowing the last words I said to her were filled with hate?

Knowing the last thing I ever did was slap her?

Would she cry?

Would she break?

Or would she finally breathe in peace because she didn’t have to choose between us anymore? She didn’t have to see my pitiful face anymore.

Then… the last thought hit me harder than all the rest.

The boys.

Our sons.

They’re so small.

They barely know me.

They saw me once.

Just once.

And when they grow up… what will they hear?

What will the world tell them?

“That was your father.”

“The Alpha who killed himself.”

“The man who chose death instead of fighting.”

“The weak one.”

My fingers tightened around the bottle while my eyes burned.

Golden watched me like his soul was dying with mine. His chest rose and fell heavily, his eyes begging me without saying a word.

I lifted the bottle.

My hand shook.

My head bent slowly.

I opened my mouth.

Just one drop.

One.

And everything ends.

My breath trembled.

My heart thudded painfully.

I closed my eyes and whispered inside my head,

This is the only way…

Suddenly —I felt something deep in my chest.

A small voice… tiny… but loud enough.

Not like this.

My hand stopped mid-air.

My teeth clenched.

Tears burned down my face.

Then with a harsh breath, I jerked my hand back and THREW the bottle to the floor.

It smashed instantly.

Glass scattered everywhere.

The poison spilled like black water on the tiles.

Golden flinched hard, letting out a shaky exhale like he had been holding his breath for years.

I stared at the broken pieces, my chest heaving, my heart pounding like a drum.

I couldn’t speak.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t even understand why I did it.

All I knew was this:

Something inside me—something very small and very strange—was still fighting.

Still refusing to die.

Golden dropped to his knees, his voice cracking, “Alpha…”

He stared at the shattered bottle like he couldn’t believe what just happened. His chest was rising hard, his eyes shaking.

I wiped my face roughly, dragging my palm over my tears.

“I’m a Luciano,” I said quietly at first. My voice was rough, broken, but firm. “We are not cowards. We are not weaklings. We don’t die because life hit us too hard.”

Golden’s eyes lifted slowly, watching me.

“Yes… my wolf is gone,” I said, my chest burning, “yes… my legs are useless… yes… I am not the Alpha I used to be…” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “But I’m alive. I’m still breathing. And as long as I’m breathing… I’m STILL a Luciano.”

Golden’s lips slowly pulled into a shaky smile as he stood up.

I continued, my voice gaining its strength, “I may be broken, Golden… but I’m not done. They tried to kill me. Life tried to kill me. Pain tried to kill me. But look at me. I’m still here. And that is all that matters.”

Golden nodded, pride glistening in his eyes. “That… that is the Alpha I know. That is the Lennox who trained me. The Lennox who made me a warrior. The Lennox who never bowed to anything.”

A small breath left me. Not a laugh. Not a smile. Just relief.

I looked at him. “You… you’re truly loyal. To agree to my request even when it was insane.”

Golden rubbed the back of his neck and gave a tiny smirk. “Yes, Alpha… but…” He eyed the shattered bottle on the floor.

I frowned. “But what?”

Golden hesitated… then his lips twitched. “That wasn’t poison.”

My eyes widened. “What?”

He shrugged. “It was water with black herb dye. It looked dangerous enough, but it was actually just an herbal medication for sleep. If you had taken it, you could have just fallen asleep… nothing more.”

A long moment passed. But I didn’t say a word. Deep inside I was grateful for his action.

“You are smart… I am proud of you.”

Golden smiled fully now. “I’m loyal, Alpha… but not stupid. I’ll die for you, yes. But I won’t help you die.”

I lowered my head, breathing deeply.

“Smart man.”

Golden bowed slightly. “I learned from the best.”

I didn’t respond. But inside… for the first time since opening my eyes in that damn hut…

I didn’t feel dead. I felt encouraged, and it’s all thanks to Golden.

Golden let out a long breath, like the weight of the world had finally dropped from his shoulders. He glanced at the shattered bottle again, then back at me.

“So…” he said softly, “what next, Alpha?”

His voice wasn’t pushing. Just… waiting. Waiting for me to choose life on my own.

I leaned back against the wheelchair, closing my eyes for a moment. My entire body felt tired—tired from anger, tired from pain, tired from fighting everyone… tired from fighting myself.

When I opened my eyes again, Golden was still watching me.

“Nothing,” I said quietly. “Not today.”

Golden nodded once, not questioning it.

“I just want to sleep,” I murmured. “Sleep… and think. Think about how I’m supposed to live like this. How I’m supposed to move forward in this state.”

My fingers tapped the armrest slowly. “I need to figure out what my life means now.”

Golden stepped closer, placing one hand gently on the back of my wheelchair. “Then that’s what you’ll do, Alpha. You’ll rest. And tomorrow… you start again.”

I exhaled slowly.

He turned toward the bed, arranging the sheets, clearing the broken pieces, making the room quiet again—like nothing had almost ended here.

“Call me when you need me,” Golden said.

I gave a faint nod. “Golden…”

“Yes, Alpha?”

“Thank you.”

His smile was small but proud. “Always.”

He dimmed the lights, stepped outside, and closed the door gently behind him.

And for the first time since waking up in hell…

I didn’t think about dying.

I thought about living.