Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 548

Chapter 548: Loyalty

Lennox’s POV

Golden pushed my wheelchair back to my room without saying a word.

Every warrior we passed stepped aside quickly, bowing their heads—not in pity this time, but because Golden carried an authority even the others respected.

But me?

They didn’t look at me.

They didn’t speak to me.

They didn’t even breathe too loudly near me.

I was invisible. And it hurt... I, Lennox Luciano... the man who radiated authority all around, was now reduced to a mere vegetable.

When we reached my room, Golden pushed the door open and wheeled me inside. Annabella followed behind, her face full of worry.

"Do you need anything, Alpha Lennox?" Golden asked softly.

I didn’t answer.

Not a word.

Not even a breath.

I stared straight at the wall, my fingers digging into the armrests. My whole body was shaking—anger, shame, helplessness—all mixing together until I felt like I would explode.

Then finally...

I snapped.

My hand shot out, and I grabbed the small table beside me, flipping it with one hard jerk. The glass cup smashed on the floor. Annabella gasped and rushed forward, but Golden blocked her with one arm.

"Leave him," he said quietly.

I wasn’t done.

The rage inside me had been boiling all morning—when I saw the servants pitying me... when they called me "sir"... when I saw the office with my name removed... when Levi pushed me to the ground...

It all broke loose at once.

I grabbed the lamp and threw it at the wall.

It shattered.

I threw the water bowl.

It shattered.

I grabbed my pillow and hurled it across the room.

It hit the dresser and fell to the floor.

My breaths came out sharp and painful.

"Alpha Lennox—" Annabella tried to speak again.

"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!" I roared.

The lamps flickered from the force of my voice.

Annabella froze... then slowly stepped back. Golden gave her one hard look, and she hurried out quickly.

The moment the door closed, I pushed the wheels hard and rolled toward the mirror across the room.

My reflection stared back at me—weak... broken... dirty... helpless.

I hated that man.

With a loud growl, I grabbed the edge of the mirror and slammed it to the ground. It shattered into dozens of tiny pieces, sparkling across the floor like broken stars.

I stared down at them.

My reflection—shattered everywhere.

Just like me.

"Look at you," I whispered angrily to myself. "A man who can’t walk."

My throat closed.

"A man with no wolf."

Tears burned behind my eyes, but I fought them.

"Not an Alpha anymore..."

"Mateless."

"Alone."

My chest twisted so hard it felt like I was dying all over again. I gripped the sides of the wheelchair and tried to stand.

Just once.

Just an inch.

Just enough to remind myself I wasn’t a corpse.

My feet trembled. My knees bent slightly.

For one second... I thought I could do it.

Then—

My legs gave out completely.

I fell forward.

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