Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 549

Chapter 549: Provoked

Lennox’s POV

Golden stood still like a statue. His face had gone pale, almost gray. I could see the fear in his eyes... fear of losing me... fear of losing me... fear of obeying the very order I had given him.

"Golden..." my voice cracked, "this is not life. Not for me."

He shook his head. "Alpha—"

"I said listen to me." I swallowed hard, trying not to cry again. "I have no wolf. My legs are useless. I can’t stand. I can’t fight. I can’t lead. I can’t protect anything." I looked down at my shaking hands. "I can’t even protect my own pride."

Golden clenched his jaw, but I continued.

"And Olivia..." My heart twisted. "She is not mine anymore. So tell me... what am I living for?"

Golden whispered, barely breathing, "You are not useless."

I let out a bitter laugh—if it could even be called that. It was more like a broken exhale. "Listen. Are you going to help me or not?"

He froze. Completely silent.

My voice hardened. "Golden. Are you helping me... or not?"

Finally, he released a slow, heavy breath. "If... if dying is what you want..." His throat strained around the words. "Then I’ll get it."

He turned around and walked toward the door. He reached for the handle—

And the door opened from the other side.

Olivia walked in.

She froze when she saw Golden’s face. "Golden? What happened?"

Golden bowed quickly and left without saying a word.

I didn’t look at her. I turned my face away, staring at the broken mirror pieces on the floor.

"Lennox..." she whispered.

I didn’t answer.

She walked closer... then went down on her knees beside my wheelchair, her voice shaking. "I’m sorry."

Still, I didn’t look at her.

"I know... no amount of apology will fix what we did," she said, tears sliding down her cheek. "No amount of sorry will erase your pain."

My fingers tightened on the armrest. I wanted to tell her to leave. To shut up. To stop touching the wound she caused.

But she kept going.

"You don’t have to forgive me. You don’t have to look at me. You can even yell at me—hit me—curse me—anything. Just..." her voice cracked, "please don’t hate me."

I turned slowly, finally looking at her.

"Too late," I said quietly.

Her eyes widened.

I didn’t blink. "I already hate you, Olivia."

Her breath hitched like I stabbed her chest. She shook her head fast. "No... Lennox... don’t say that—"

"I don’t want to see your face," I said, turning away from her. "Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever again."

She tried to speak, but I called out quietly, "Annabella."

She rushed in almost too quickly. "Yes, Alpha Lennox."

"Get me a glass of water," I said calmly.

"Yes, Alpha." She moved fast toward the table.

I turned my face away again, refusing to look at Olivia. "Leave," I said coldly.

Olivia’s voice came out soft but stubborn. "No. I’m not leaving."

Annabella turned to her with a frown. "You should leave. He doesn’t want you here."

Her tone was sharp. Rude. Disrespectful.

I opened my mouth to correct her—because no matter how angry I was, nobody talked to Olivia like that in my presence—

But Olivia stood up before I could speak.

She stepped closer to Annabella, her eyes blazing. "Who the hell are you to speak to me like that?" Her voice filled the whole room. "Do you know who I am?"

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