Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 532

Chapter 532: Hates Us

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 me 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 times until the words lost their meaning. 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 me like I was his mate. He looked at me like I was one of the people who betrayed him. And that hurt more than I could ever explain.

"Prepare a room for me 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 something inside me.

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 me, staring up at Lennox with big sad eyes.

And Lennox... he did his best. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

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 me... hold me... protect me...

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 come 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 something 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 me.

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 came 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 me in."

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