Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 545

Chapter 545: Death Was Better

Lennox’s POV

The moment the door closed, the room fell silent.

Too silent.

I kept my eyes on the broken plate on the floor. The food Olivia made. The food she cooked with her own hands... for me. And I threw it.

My chest tightened so hard I couldn’t breathe.

I gripped the arms of the wheelchair. My whole body trembled. My heart was pounding too fast from pain and anger.

"Stupid..." I whispered to myself. "You’re so stupid..."

My vision blurred. Not from anger.

From tears.

I blinked hard, trying to force them back, but they came anyway. Hot. Sharp. Angry.

I hated this. I hated being weak. I hated being watched. I hated needing help. I hated the pity in their eyes. I hated how broken I looked. How useless I felt. How trapped I was inside a body that refused to stand.

"I’m alone..." I whispered again. "I’ve always been alone..."

My breath hitched. I slammed my fist on the armrest. The pain shot through my wrist, but I welcomed it. I needed to feel something—anything other than this emptiness swallowing me whole.

"Why..." My voice shook uncontrollably. "Why didn’t the Moon Goddess just let me die...?"

The words slipped out before I could stop them.

I covered my face with both hands and let the tears fall.

My shoulders shook. My chest heaved. I tried to breathe, but it felt like the air refused to enter my lungs.

"I can’t do this..." I whispered. "I can’t..."

My gaze shifted to the floor again—to the food. Olivia’s food. Her effort. Her care. Her love.

Guilt crashed into me so hard my whole body curled in on itself. I should have at least eaten it...

I shouldn’t have wasted her effort.

Frowning, I gripped the wheelchair again and forced myself to sit upright, but my hands were shaking too much.

Another tear fell. Then another. And another.

I felt everything breaking inside me—every piece I had worked so hard to hold together.

My shoulders dropped. My head fell forward. My eyes closed tightly as more tears slipped down.

"I don’t know how to live like this," I whispered. "I don’t know how to be this version of me..."

My hands fell limp on my lap.

For the first time since I woke up...

I admitted it.

"I’m scared..."

The word felt heavy and foreign.

"I’m scared... and I don’t know what to do..."

I wondered how I would live being crippled and WOLFLESS. I believe the pack has heard of it, and I wondered what they must be thinking... a wolfless and crippled man can’t be their Alpha... how can I lead them in such a vegetable state? Death was better than this!

Another hot tear fell down my cheek, but I quickly wiped it off when I noticed the door opening and Annabella walking in.

Her eyes settled on me, and I knew she noticed I was crying, but she did not say anything about it. Rather, she bent down and began picking up the broken pieces of the plate.

I sucked in a deep breath and wheeled myself towards the window and stood before it as I stared at the trees far away. I wondered, will I ever go to the woods... will I ever shift to my wolf... what will become of me...

As if sensing my thoughts, Annabella walked over and stood beside me.

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