Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 553: Reflecting

Levi’s POV

After Olivia walked out, the whole room fell silent.

Louis and I just stared at each other like two idiots who didn’t know what to do next.

Then Louis scoffed first. "She must be fucking kidding."

I sighed. "She’s not. You know Olivia. When she says she’ll do sothing... she will do it."

Louis groaned loudly, dragging a hand down his face before dropping onto the couch like soone snatched the bones out of him. His shoulders were stiff, his wolf pacing under his skin, restless and angry.

I walked to the mini bar at the corner of the study and pulled out a bottle of whisky. My hands were shaking slightly—not from alcohol, but from the way everything inside felt heavy.

The weight of four years.

The weight of guilt.

The weight of Olivia standing in front of us, begging for peace we’re not giving.

I poured the drink and my chest tightened.

"We’re stressing her," I finally said, my voice low. "She’s hurting... and we’re making it worse."

Louis didn’t respond.

So I turned to him. "Louis... did you really say it would’ve been better if Lennox stayed dead?"

Louis stiffened. His eyes dropped to the floor. "I was angry. I didn’t an it."

"You shouldn’t have said it," I murmured. "Especially not to him. Not when he’s like this. Those words..." I shook my head. "Those words cut deep."

Louis didn’t argue. He couldn’t.

I handed him a glass of whisky and sat across from him. For a long mont, there was nothing but heavy and suffocating silence between us.

Then, finally, I exhaled. "We have to apologize to Lennox."

Louis looked up sharply. "Because Olivia told us to?"

"Yes," I said honestly. "Because Olivia cos first. And because she’s right."

Louis stared into his whisky like it might magically give him courage. "...I don’t want to."

"I don’t want to either," I admitted. "But she gave us no choice."

Louis scoffed. "You an YOU gave us no choice. If you didn’t keep everyone away from visiting him for four years—"

My jaw tightened. "Louis, please. Don’t do this now."

"No, let’s face the truth," Louis said, his voice rough. "You created this ss. You kept him locked away. We listened to you. We followed you. This whole situation... it started with YOU."

His words stabbed hard.

And the worst part was... he wasn’t wrong.

I exhaled, accepting the blow. "I know. I know it’s my fault. I know I should’ve let her see him. I know I should’ve allowed more than just healers to visit. I know."

Louis didn’t soften. Not even a little.

"You’re damn right it’s your fault," he muttered. "But whatever. We can fight later. Let’s go fix things before she actually bans us from touching her."

I sighed. "Yeah. Let’s go."

We both stood, but there was no energy in our steps. No Alpha confidence. No pride.

Just two n going to face a brother they loved... and broke.

As we walked through the halls toward Lennox’s room, my heart pounded harder. I wasn’t even sure what I feared—his anger, his tears, or the reality of what we did to him.

The closer we got, the heavier the air felt.

By the ti we reached the hallway outside his room, my hands were sweating. Louis looked tense too, but he tried to hide it.

But the mont we turned the corner, we froze.

Two warriors were standing guard at Lennox’s door.

Louis frowned. "Did you assign them?"

"No," I murmured.

Then the guards bowed. "Alpha Louis. Alpha Levi."

I nodded. "Who placed you here?"

"Sir Golden," one said. "For Alpha Lennox’s protection."

Louis and I exchanged a look.

Golden was loyal to Lennox. Too loyal.

And now that Lennox was wolfless and crippled, Golden wanted guards for him.

It made sense.

Still... it hit harder than I expected.

Golden was doing what WE should’ve done.

I moved forward, reaching for the door, but one guard stepped slightly in front of it.

"I apologize, Alphas," he said politely but firmly. "But Alpha Lennox is resting and instructed not to be disturbed."

My heart sank.

Louis’s jaw tightened. "Are you saying we can’t enter our own brother’s room?"

The guard swallowed. "Alpha Lennox was clear. No visitors. Not until he wakes up."

Louis scoffed. "This is ridiculous."

But for once... I understood.

I touched Louis’s arm. "Leave it. If he’s asleep... let him sleep."

Louis clenched his fists, angry... but he didn’t argue.

I looked at the door—feeling pain, regret, guilt, fear... all mixing inside .

Lennox was right behind this door... hurting... believing he shouldn’t have returned...

Because of us.

Because of .

I swallowed hard.

"We’ll co back in the evening." I said quietly.

Louis’s shoulders slumped. "Yeah."

We turned away slowly, walking back down the hall in silence.

For the first ti in years...

I was scared.

Scared of losing Olivia.

Scared of losing Lennox.

Scared that maybe... this rift between us might never heal.

And the worst part?

I caused it.

We were debating what to do when we saw Golden a few ters away, giving instructions to a warrior. The mont he noticed us, he dismissed the warrior and walked over, bowing deeply.

"Alphas."

Louis folded his arms. "How are things at the border?"

"Calm and secure," Golden replied. "We strengthened patrol lines."

I nodded once. "Good. Now tell ... do you have any updates about Lennox? Anything we should know?"

Golden’s face didn’t change. "I’m sorry, Alphas. My conversations with Alpha Lennox are strictly confidential."

Louis’s jaw tensed. "You will tell us what he said."

Golden’s eyes flickered—but only with respect, nothing else. "With all due respect, Alpha Lennox is also Alpha. And he instructed not to disclose our conversation."

I stepped forward, my irritation rising. "Golden, why are you speaking like we’re Lennox’s enemies? Like we don’t care about him. Like we want him dead."

Golden slowly lifted his eyes and t mine head-on.

Then he said it.

The words that hit harder than a punch.

The truth we deserved.

"Because you two act like it."