Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 531: Sons?

Lennox’s POV

I didn’t move.

I didn’t blink.

I just stared at the three little boys standing in front of ...

My heart beat so loudly it drowned out every sound around .

Then—

One of them took a small step forward.

Just one.

His voice was soft... confused... unsure... but full of excitent.

"F-Father Lennox...?" he asked. "Is... is that you?"

My breath left .

Like soone punched the air out of my chest.

Father.

Father.

He called father.

My hands shook on the wheels. My throat closed. I couldn’t even breathe.

I turned to Olivia sharply.

Her eyes filled with tears.

She nodded slowly... painfully... lovingly.

"Yes," she whispered. "Lennox... when you were unconscious... I realized I was pregnant."

She swallowed hard. "These... these are our sons."

The words hit harder than any blade ever did.

Our sons.

My sons.

My blood.

My children.

I looked back at the three little boys, struggling to keep myself together.

Then the first one moved again—faster this ti—and before I could react, he wrapped his arms around .

Tiny arms.

Warm little body.

Small heartbeat pounding fast against .

I froze.

Completely.

He hugged like he’d been waiting for his whole life.

"It’s nice to finally et you," he said softly against my chest. "I’m Liam."

Liam.

His na was Liam.

My throat burned. My hands twitched at my sides—not knowing if I should hold him or push him or cry.

Then the second boy moved.

He ca close and placed his hand on my knee gently.

"I’m Leon," he said with a shy smile.

And before I could even breathe—

The third boy rushed forward and hugged my arm tightly.

"I’m Leo!" he said happily. "Daddy Levi said you were sleeping for a long, long ti."

My head snapped up.

Daddy Levi?

My stomach twisted painfully... but the boys hugged again before I could think too hard.

Three little bodies.

Three warm hearts.

Three children wrapping themselves around like they had known forever—even though I didn’t even know how to hold them.

For the first ti since I woke up...

I felt sothing other than anger.

Other than betrayal.

Other than pain.

I felt...

Peace.

Pure, warm, soft peace.

The kind I had forgotten even existed.

I closed my eyes as one of them—Liam—rested his cheek against my chest.

"I always wanted to et you," he whispered. "Mom says you are the bravest person she has ever t."

Brave.

.

I swallowed hard, my voice stuck in my throat.

I didn’t ask whose child belonged to whom.

I didn’t ask if they were mine or Levi’s or Louis’.

I didn’t ask for proof.

Because right now—

All I knew was that these boys were hugging like I was their whole world.

And I...

I didn’t want that feeling to go away.

I finally lifted a shaky hand... and placed it gently on Liam’s back.

The boy lted into instantly—like he had been waiting for that touch.

Olivia placed a hand over her mouth, crying silently.

Then she whispered,

"Lennox... what happened to your legs?"

Her voice cut through everything.

The happiness.

The peace.

The mont.

Gone

And all the darkness ca flooding back.

My jaw clenched.

My eyes shifted from the boys to her... slowly... painfully... like every movent drained .

I looked down at my legs... and for the first ti since I ca back, the truth hit so hard I felt dizzy.

My legs weren’t moving.

My legs weren’t reacting.

My legs... were dead.

My breath hitched. My chest tightened. My lungs squeezed painfully, refusing to take air.

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t.

My pride, my strength, my identity as a warrior—everything shattered in one second.

I gripped the wheels tightly, forcing my face to stay cold, hard, unreadable.

I refused to break in front of them.

I turned sharply to the nearest guard. "You. Get the pack healer. Now."

The guard stiffened. "Y-yes, Alpha Lennox."

Alpha.

The word felt strange—like it no longer belonged to .

I turned the chair toward the hallway, ignoring the boys’ small hands on , ignoring Olivia’s shaky breath, ignoring Levi and Louis watching like they expected to explode.

I pushed the wheels harder, rolling forward toward the staircase.

Until I reached it.

And froze.

The steps stretched upward like a mountain—tall, steep, unreachable.

Sothing cold sank in my stomach.

"How," I whispered, "am I supposed to climb this...?"

The realization slamd through again:

I couldn’t walk.

I couldn’t stand.

I couldn’t even drag myself up one damn step.

Humiliation burned in my chest like fire.

—Lennox—who had fought rogues, alphas, monsters... unable to climb stairs.

My fingers tightened on the wheels until my knuckles hurt.

Behind , I heard soft footsteps. The little boys.

"Daddy Lennox?" Leo called gently.

Daddy.

The word tore sothing inside .

I couldn’t turn around. I couldn’t let them see the look on my face.

I kept my eyes on the stairs, my throat burning, my pride bleeding.

I tried lifting myself from the chair. Nothing.

I tried to move my foot—just one inch. Nothing.

My leg dropped limply against the footrest.

Dead weight.

I bit down hard on my cheek to stop myself from breaking down.

"Lennox..." Olivia’s soft voice ca from behind .

I shut my eyes tightly. "Please don’t," I said, my voice cracking even though I tried to hide it. "Don’t co near ."

The room went silent.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, lifted my chin as if I still had control, as if I still had strength, as if I wasn’t falling apart inside.

But the truth drumd in my chest:

I was crippled.

Broken.

Trapped in a body that no longer obeyed .

And the stairs in front of were the first cruel proof that everything had changed.

Everything.

Olivia stepped forward. "Do you want the guards to..."

"Olivia..." I snapped... but forced myself not to explode... the kids were here, and I didn’t want them to see shouting at their mom... that was an impression I didn’t want to give.

I turned to the maid standing nearby. "Prepare a room for downstairs... I’ll be staying there."