Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 546

Chapter 546: Removed

Lennox’s POV

The hallway felt unfamiliar the moment we stepped out.

The air felt colder.

The walls too wide.

The silence too loud.

Annabella pushed me slowly toward the living room.

The moment we entered, the servants froze.

Their eyes widened.

One maid gasped and dropped her towels.

Another covered her mouth.

Someone whispered my name like they’d seen a ghost.

"Alpha Lenn—"

They never finished.

Then they bowed.

Not the way they used to—sharp, and respectful.

No.

Their heads dropped slowly... uncertain... with pity softening their eyes.

My stomach twisted.

These were the same people who used to tremble when I walked.

Who never met my eyes.

Who would rather die than disrespect me.

Now they looked at me like I might break apart if they breathed wrong.

Annabella kept wheeling me forward, but I barely felt the movement.

I was staring at them.

At what I had become to them.

At the far end of the room, two warriors entered.

They froze too.

Their eyes widened for a moment—shock—then quickly lowered.

Not in respect.

In discomfort.

They didn’t know whether to look at me or pretend they hadn’t seen me.

I hated it.

Every second of it.

We moved down the hallway and passed two servants carrying folded sheets.

I cleared my throat and said quietly, "Tell me what has been happening in the pack these last years."

The servants stiffened.

Daniel—one of the older ones—shifted nervously. "I... I’m sorry, Alpha Lennox."

"Then start talking."

He lowered his gaze. "I-I can’t, sir. Alpha Louis said only he handles pack updates. And Alpha Levi."

For a moment, my heart stopped.

"Bring me the spring reports," I said, my voice tightening. "All of them."

Daniel swallowed. "I’m... sorry, sir. I don’t have permission. Reports go only to the acting Alphas."

Sir.

Not Alpha.

My fingers dug into the side of my wheelchair.

"Daniel, that wasn’t a request."

He shook his head. "I-I’m sorry... but I have to follow orders."

Orders.

Not mine.

He bowed quickly and hurried away.

My chest tightened so painfully I had to breathe twice before I could speak.

Annabella, noticing my discomfort, wheeled me immediately toward the east wing.

My east wing, where our private office was located.

The closer we got, the tighter my jaw became.

Then we reached the door.

I froze.

Because above the door—where the plaque ALPHAs OFFICE used to hang—there was a new plaque.

Freshly carved.

Polished.

ALPHA LOUIS & ALPHA LEVI — MAIN OFFICE

Something inside my chest cracked.

Annabella slowed behind me. She didn’t need to say anything. She felt the drop in my breathing.

Two warriors stood guard.

When they saw me, they straightened instantly—shock flashing in their eyes—before their expressions shifted to something I never wanted to see.

Nervousness.

Uncertainty.

Pity.

Annabella stopped the wheelchair right in front of them.

I lifted my chin. "Open the door."

Warrior One swallowed. "I’m sorry, Alpha Lennox—"

"Open. The. Door."

My voice dropped even lower.

He winced. "We’re not allowed to. We can only open it for Alpha Louis or Alpha Levi."

I stared at him.

He was new... I didn’t even know him.

"What did you say?"

He looked down. "Orders, sir."

There it was again.

Sir.

Not Alpha.

Warrior Two added respectfully, "This wing is restricted. Only the acting Alphas can grant entry."

Acting Alphas.

My blood ran cold.

My heart slammed painfully inside my chest.

The world blurred for a second and I grabbed the armrest hard enough to crack it.

"I am also the Alpha of this pack," I said slowly and angrily. "That is also my office. My name is also supposed to be on that door."

Both men kept their heads lowered.

Not from respect.

But discomfort.

Warrior One whispered shakily, "We’re following orders. Please... don’t make this harder, sir."

Sir.

Not Alpha.

This time, the word didn’t stab me.

It carved straight through my chest like a blade.

Annabella touched the chair lightly. "Let’s go," she whispered.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t breathe.

My name... gone.

My title... gone.

My authority... gone.

Everything I built with blood and bone... replaced.

My pulse hammered so loud I could barely hear anything else.

Annabella touched the back of the wheelchair lightly again, trying to calm me, but it only made the rage coil tighter inside my chest.

My fingers trembled.

My jaw clenched.

"Take me away from here," I said through my teeth.

"Where do you want to go?" she asked softly.

I didn’t hesitate. "The training ground."

She nodded and turned the wheelchair around.

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