Fated To Not Just One, But Three Chapter 554: Will Be Your Legs

Louis’s POV

The mont Golden’s words left his mouth, sothing inside snapped.

My vision blurred red.

I grabbed him by the collar instantly and yanked him toward . "What the hell did you just say?"

Golden didn’t flinch. He didn’t back down. He just stared at with those loyal eyes that used to look at Lennox the sa way a child looked at a hero.

Before I could say another word—

"WHAT is going on here?"

Olivia’s voice sliced through the tension like a blade.

I groaned and released Golden imdiately, stepping back like a guilty dog caught misbehaving. Olivia’s footsteps approached, sharp and quick.

She looked at Golden first. "Golden, talk."

Golden bowed respectfully. "The Alphas wanted information about Lennox, but he instructed not to share anything."

Olivia sighed, turning to and Levi. "If Lennox doesn’t want to talk, then you two need to respect his wishes."

I clenched my jaw. "He’s our brother—"

"And he is hurting," Olivia snapped. "You should both know when to step back."

Levi lowered his eyes. I looked away, annoyed, and embarrassed, before storming off without another word.

When I reached my room, I slamd the door and kicked the nearest stool so hard it flew across the room and crashed into the wall. My breath ca out fast, hot, angry.

Why does everything feel like it’s slipping out of my hands?

I paced for a mont, then stopped. Closed my eyes. Forced myself to breathe.

And suddenly... an image flashed in my mind.

If I were Lennox.

If I woke up one day... crippled. If I reached for my wolf and found nothing. If I realized the pack I loved moved on without . If I watched Olivia abandon and raise kids with Levi and ... If I felt forgotten... replaced...

My throat tightened.

A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. The pain hit so hard I had to sit down.

"Oh God..." I whispered. "If that was ... I would’ve broken. I would’ve gone mad. I... I might’ve killed myself too."

And that was the truth.

I realized that even I wouldn’t have survived what Lennox went through.

My wolf whispered inside , calm but sharp: "You have to make things right."

I nodded slowly. "I know. I know..."

I sat there the whole afternoon, just thinking. Really thinking.

And for the first ti... I understood Lennox’s pain.

Not the surface pain.

Not the anger.

The deep one.

The one that kills a man slowly.

By evening, when it was ti for dinner, I washed my face and went downstairs. The dining hall was warm and filled with chatter. The boys were talking excitedly to Olivia and Levi about their day.

I managed a small smile and took my seat beside them.

But then—

The air shifted.

A cold silence spread across the room like a shadow.

Every head turned toward the door.

And there he was.

Lennox.

Being wheeled in by a guard.

Lennox’s face was blank when the guard wheeled him into the dining hall. No emotion. No anger. No sadness. Just... still. Like he had locked everything inside.

But the air around him—

It wasn’t the sa as before.

It wasn’t weak.

It wasn’t fragile.

It wasn’t the broken energy he carried the last few days.

This one felt... stronger. Heavy. Controlled. Like he had made a decision inside himself and didn’t care who noticed.

The guard removed a chair and positioned Lennox’s wheelchair neatly at the table. Lennox didn’t look at . Didn’t look at Levi. Didn’t look at Olivia either.

He only looked at the boys.

And instantly—the boys jumped in excitent.

"Father! You’re joining us for dinner!" Liam burst out, practically bouncing in his seat.

For the first ti since he ca back... Lennox smiled.

A real smile. Wide. Genuine. Not forced. Not pained. Not tired.

"Yes," Lennox said softly. "I am."

That smile hit both and Levi like a punch. We stared at him, shocked. Olivia hadn’t blinked; relief washed over her face so fast she had to place a hand on her chest.

Leon leaned forward with his usual soft voice. "Are you feeling better now?"

"Yes," Lennox answered, still smiling at them. "Much better."

My jaw tightened. Levi looked at . We both felt it.

Sothing was different.

This wasn’t the Lennox who broke today.

This wasn’t the Lennox who cried.

This wasn’t the Lennox who wanted to die.

This was sothing else. Stronger in a strange way. Scarier in another.

We all began to eat. Lennox filled his plate quickly. And as usual, he pushed the crab legs aside.

Liam noticed imdiately. "Father, you don’t eat crabs?"

Lennox glanced at his plate. "Yes. They—"

He didn’t finish.

Because Liam spoke at the exact sa ti, the exact sa words:

"—they give swollen eyes."

Silence.

They both froze, staring at each other.

Sa allergy.

Sa reaction.

Sa tone.

Lennox blinked, surprised. Then a slow smile spread across his face—bigger than the first one.

"You have my allergy," he said quietly.

Liam smiled just as wide. "I guess I do."

Leon’s eyes went wide, and Leo leaned closer, studying Lennox like he was made of sothing rare.

I swallowed hard.

Because in that mont—

In that tiny mont—I wasn’t looking at a shattered man.

I wasn’t looking at a crippled Alpha.

I was looking at a father.

eting pieces of himself he never knew he had.

And for the first ti... he didn’t look broken.

He looked alive.

He looked like Lennox Luciano.

The real one.

Even I felt my throat tighten.

Levi kept staring too, like he didn’t know whether to breathe or cry. Olivia wiped her eyes quickly, probably hoping he didn’t notice.

But Lennox didn’t look at us.

Not once.

His whole focus was on the boys—their laughter, their excitent, and their questions.

Leo was the one who broke the quiet mont.

He leaned forward, his small hands on the table, his voice soft but full of innocence.

"Father... will you walk again?"

The entire room froze.

Olivia’s fork slipped.

Levi stiffened beside her.

My chest tightened painfully.

I expected Lennox to flinch.

I expected him to look away, to shut down, to show even a flicker of that pain we all knew was inside him.

But he didn’t.

He looked at Leo... and smiled. A calm, steady smile that didn’t shake or crack.

"No idea," he said simply. "Maybe. Maybe not."

He shrugged lightly. "But even if this is forever... I’ll learn to live like this. I’m not dead, Leo. It’s just my legs."

My eyes widened.

Even Olivia’s breath caught.

Because those weren’t the words of a broken man.

Those were the words of soone who had made peace with sothing, even if only for a mont.

Leo blinked, confused for a second.

Then Liam suddenly stood up so fast his chair slid back and hit the floor.

He marched straight to Lennox, his little feet loud against the tiles.

Before the guard or anyone could react, Liam wrapped his arms tightly around Lennox’s torso.

Everyone froze.

"Don’t worry, Dad," Liam said, his voice muffled against Lennox’s chest. "I’ll be your legs."

Lennox inhaled sharply.

For a mont, I swear I saw his throat move like he was holding back a sob.

His hand shook slightly before he placed it on Liam’s back.

"That’s a big responsibility," Lennox whispered.

"I can do it," Liam said firmly. "I’m strong. And fast. And smart."

Lennox chuckled softly—SOFTLY, like a real laugh struggling to find its way out.

"You are," he agreed. "Indeed strong."

Leon got up next and went to hug his brother from behind, wrapping both arms around Liam’s waist.

"I’ll help too," Leon said shyly. "You won’t be alone."

And then Leo ran over and grabbed Lennox’s hand, squeezing it.

"I’ll help too! We will all be your legs!"

I swallowed hard.

My vision blurred a little.

I had to blink fast.

Because this—this mont—was the first ti I’d seen Lennox look almost whole since he ca back.

He smiled at them—soft, warm, real.

"Then I guess I’m in good hands," he murmured.

The boys nodded eagerly, proud of themselves.