Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 493

Chapter 493: Awake

Lennox’s POV

The air was warm, sweet with the scent of moonflowers. I blinked, and there she was.

A woman in white stood before me, tall, stunning, her hair like liquid starlight. Her eyes glowed like the full moon itself. She smiled softly, and the world around us shimmered in response.

"Lennox," she said, her voice both calm and commanding. "You have slept long."

My throat ached when I spoke. "Who are you?"

She tilted her head slightly. "The one who watched over you from your first howl beneath my light. The one you swore to when you became Alpha."

Realization hit me like thunder. "The Moon Goddess..."

She nodded gently. "Yes."

My pulse quickened. "Where am I? Did I—" My voice faltered. "Did I die?"

Her eyes dimmed, sadness flickering within their silver glow. "You were meant to."

The words froze me. "Meant to?"

"You gave your life for hers," she said softly. "The moment you shielded her, your soul broke its tether to the living. By all laws of nature, you should not exist now."

I swallowed hard. "Then... why am I here?"

Her smile faded into something unreadable. "Because love is stubborn. Her cries reached me, even when her faith faltered. She begged for your return, not once, not twice, but every full moon for years."

"Olivia..." I whispered, my chest tightening.

The Moon Goddess said nothing. "Her heart refused to let you go. And so, I am giving you a chance to live again."

My head snapped up. "A chance?"

"Yes." Her expression darkened. "But it comes with a price."

I frowned. "What price?"

"You will learn soon enough," she said simply. "For every life reborn, something of equal value is taken. That is the balance of fate."

"I don’t care," I said instantly. "If I can see her again, if she’s alive, I’ll pay whatever it takes."

A flicker of sorrow crossed her face. "You may regret those words, Alpha Lennox."

The silver light around her began to fade. Her voice echoed one last time as darkness swallowed everything again.

"Wake. Your story is not yet over, but the world you left behind is no longer the same."

A sharp gasp tore from my throat as I jolted awake.

My lungs burned, my vision swam, and every bone in my body felt like it had been crushed and reassembled. The ceiling above me was white, unfamiliar. Tubes and glowing runes surrounded the bed, pulsing with faint blue light.

I tried to sit up, but pain shot through my skull like fire. My head throbbed, memories flashing in fragments—Olivia’s scream, blood, the ritual, the explosion of power, and then, nothing.

"Where..." My voice came out rough, almost broken. "...where am I?"

The door burst open. A young woman in healer’s robes stumbled inside, her eyes wide as they met mine. Her face was pale with shock.

"You’re, you’re awake," she stammered. "You’re finally awake!"

Her voice was so loud it made my head spin. I groaned and pressed a hand to my temple. "How long..."

"Four years," she said breathlessly. "You’ve been unconscious for four years."

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