Olivia’s POV
I stood there, frozen, watching Lennox stare at the stairs like they were a mountain he could never climb again. His back was straight, his jaw tight, his hands gripped the wheels of the chair so hard his veins stood out. He was trying so hard not to show pain. Trying so hard not to break before everyone... I knew Lennox; he hates showing vulnerability, and even until now that trait was still in him. And while he was in such pain, I just stood there—feeling like the most useless person alive.
Because everything about the way he looked at those stairs told one thing: he hated it. And he hated us.
And the sad truth?
He had every right to.
My chest tightened so painfully I almost couldn’t breathe. I wanted to walk to him. I wanted to hold his shoulders, bury my face in his neck, whisper "I’m sorry" a thousand tis until the words lost their aning. I wanted to hug him. I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to tell him everything I kept in my heart for four years.
But I couldn’t.
I had lost that right.
He no longer looked at like I was his mate. He looked at like I was one of the people who betrayed him. And that hurt more than I could ever explain.
"Prepare a room for downstairs," he said to the maid without even glancing at us. "I’ll be staying there."
His voice wasn’t angry. It wasn’t loud.
But it cut sothing inside .
The maid bowed quickly and hurried off.
I stood frozen, my hands shaking so badly I had to fold them together. Leon and Leo moved closer to him, tiny hands touching his arm, looking worried. Liam stood near , staring up at Lennox with big sad eyes.
And Lennox... he did his best.
He forced a small smile at them.
Not a real smile. Not a happy smile. A painful one.
A tired one.
A smile he made only because they were children.
Because they were innocent.
My boys climbed onto his lap and hugged him again. He didn’t hug them back fully... but he didn’t push them away either. His hand rested weakly on Liam’s back, his fingers trembling like even that small touch hurt.
I watched everything, but my eyes kept staring at his legs.
The legs that used to walk with confidence. The legs that used to carry him through war. The legs that used to pace restlessly whenever he was upset. The legs that used to wrap around ... hold ... protect ...
Now they just lay there on the footrest. Still. Lifeless. Dead.
Was this permanent? Or temporary?
Or was it because he had been in a coma for more than four years?
I didn’t know.
I wanted to ask him a hundred questions, but my voice refused to co out.
Because looking at him now...
His face was pale. His eyes were sharp with pain. His shoulders shaking slightly from trying to stay strong.
I realized sothing horrible:
I had no right to ask him anything.
Not after what I did.
Not after four years of leaving him alone in a house far away—without .
My guilt squeezed my chest so tightly I had to hold the wall to steady myself.
The maid returned. "Alpha Lennox... the room is ready."
He nodded stiffly.
The young woman who ca with him began rolling his wheelchair toward the guest room.
We followed silently, the boys walking beside him happily, their tiny hands touching him as if they wanted to make sure he didn’t disappear again.
I watched him look around as we arrived at the room.
A simple guest room.
Small. Not fancy.
Nothing like the huge, bright, beautiful room he used to have upstairs.
His old room had sunlight, tall windows, big wardrobes, a balcony, carvings on the walls, warm blankets... everything that showed he was an Alpha.
But this room had plain walls. Plain curtains. A small bed. A wooden chair. A desk.
Lennox stared around slowly.
His eyes were empty. Tired. A little broken.
Then he scoffed and said quietly,
"At least this room is better than the shit-hole you abandoned in."
His words sliced through the air.
I gasped softly. Louis flinched. Levi’s eyes dropped to the floor.
My heart twisted painfully.
The secret house Levi kept him in... that lonely place... that isolated building far from the pack house...
Lennox called it a shithole.
How horrible could that place be?
The lady he ca with helped adjust his chair near the bed. Lennox turned to the maid and said calmly,
"Move my things here. Everything."
She bowed. "Yes, Alpha."
Then the pack healer entered the room.
The mont she saw him, her eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth.
"A-Alpha Lennox..." she whispered, bending her knee quickly in respect. "By the Moon Goddess... you’re awake..."
But before she could continue, Lennox’s tone softened slightly—only slightly—as he turned to the boys.
"Boys," he said gently, "please give a mont, okay? I need to speak with the healer."
Liam nodded imdiately. "Okay, Father Lennox."
Leon followed. "We will visit you later."
Leo grabbed his hand. "Co on! Let’s go see if our nanny has snacks!"
They ran out.
The mont the door clicked shut—Lennox’s entire aura changed.
His eyes turned cold.
His jaw tightened.
His finger twitched once against the armrest.
Then he glared at all of us.
"All of you," he said slowly,
"get out."
The words were quiet.
But the hate behind them was loud.
Even the healer froze.
Levi swallowed. Louis stared at the ground. Sir Damon clenched his fists.
I opened my mouth—
But Lennox cut his eyes sharply to .
"Don’t speak," he warned.
And my voice died instantly.
I lowered my head and walked out first, biting my lips so hard I tasted blood, tears falling silently down my face.
Sir Damon, Levi, and Louis stepped out next, their heads lowered in sha.
Only his mother remained frozen in the doorway.
Her hands trembled against her chest, her eyes red, her lips shaking.
"M-my son... Lennox, please—just let stay. I just want to—"
He snapped his eyes to her so sharply she flinched like he slapped her.
"You too," he said coldly.
"Get. Out."
Her breath caught.
"M-?" she whispered, stunned. "Lennox... I am your mother—"
"You abandoned right along with them," Lennox spat. "So yes. You too. Get out."
Her shoulders fell as if sothing inside her cracked.
She covered her mouth quickly, trying to hide the pain on her face...
...but Lennox didn’t look at her again.
He stared straight at the healer and the lady assisting him.
"Everyone leaves," he repeated, cold and firm.
"Except Annabella and the healer."
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