Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 553

Chapter 553: Reflecting

Levi’s POV

After Olivia walked out, the whole room fell silent.

Louis and I just stared at each other like two idiots who didn’t know what to do next.

Then Louis scoffed first. "She must be fucking kidding."

I sighed. "She’s not. You know Olivia. When she says she’ll do something... she will do it."

Louis groaned loudly, dragging a hand down his face before dropping onto the couch like someone snatched the bones out of him. His shoulders were stiff, his wolf pacing under his skin, restless and angry.

I walked to the mini bar at the corner of the study and pulled out a bottle of whisky. My hands were shaking slightly—not from alcohol, but from the way everything inside me felt heavy.

The weight of four years.

The weight of guilt.

The weight of Olivia standing in front of us, begging for peace we’re not giving.

I poured the drink and my chest tightened.

"We’re stressing her," I finally said, my voice low. "She’s hurting... and we’re making it worse."

Louis didn’t respond.

So I turned to him. "Louis... did you really say it would’ve been better if Lennox stayed dead?"

Louis stiffened. His eyes dropped to the floor. "I was angry. I didn’t mean it."

"You shouldn’t have said it," I murmured. "Especially not to him. Not when he’s like this. Those words..." I shook my head. "Those words cut deep."

Louis didn’t argue. He couldn’t.

I handed him a glass of whisky and sat across from him. For a long moment, there was nothing but heavy and suffocating silence between us.

Then, finally, I exhaled. "We have to apologize to Lennox."

Louis looked up sharply. "Because Olivia told us to?"

"Yes," I said honestly. "Because Olivia comes first. And because she’s right."

Louis stared into his whisky like it might magically give him courage. "...I don’t want to."

"I don’t want to either," I admitted. "But she gave us no choice."

Louis scoffed. "You mean YOU gave us no choice. If you didn’t keep everyone away from visiting him for four years—"

My jaw tightened. "Louis, please. Don’t do this now."

"No, let’s face the truth," Louis said, his voice rough. "You created this mess. You kept him locked away. We listened to you. We followed you. This whole situation... it started with YOU."

His words stabbed hard.

And the worst part was... he wasn’t wrong.

I exhaled, accepting the blow. "I know. I know it’s my fault. I know I should’ve let her see him. I know I should’ve allowed more than just healers to visit. I know."

Louis didn’t soften. Not even a little.

"You’re damn right it’s your fault," he muttered. "But whatever. We can fight later. Let’s go fix things before she actually bans us from touching her."

I sighed. "Yeah. Let’s go."

We both stood, but there was no energy in our steps. No Alpha confidence. No pride.

Just two men going to face a brother they loved... and broke.

As we walked through the halls toward Lennox’s room, my heart pounded harder. I wasn’t even sure what I feared—his anger, his tears, or the reality of what we did to him.

The closer we got, the heavier the air felt.

By the time we reached the hallway outside his room, my hands were sweating. Louis looked tense too, but he tried to hide it.

But the moment we turned the corner, we froze.

Two warriors were standing guard at Lennox’s door.

Louis frowned. "Did you assign them?"

"No," I murmured.

Then the guards bowed. "Alpha Louis. Alpha Levi."

I nodded. "Who placed you here?"

"Sir Golden," one said. "For Alpha Lennox’s protection."

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