Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 350: Drowing

Lennox’s POV

Olivia abruptly turned to me. "You’re the eldest, Lennox," Olivia said, her voice trembling but sharp with pain. "You’re skilled, you’re trained—you can’t make such a mistake. Not like this." Her frown deepened, and I could feel the hurt under her anger, the disappointment that I could wound Levi the way I had.

My chest tightened. I wanted to argue, to tell her it was a mistake, that I hadn’t meant for the cut to land as deep as it had. But looking at her—at the disappointment swimming in her gaze—I couldn’t bring myself to speak. The protest died on my tongue.

Instead, I dropped my eyes, swallowing the bitter weight pressing in my throat. "I’m sorry," I murmured, the words barely more than a whisper. I meant it because they weren’t just for Levi. They were for her too.

Levi let out a sharp scoff, shifting where the healer worked on his side. "Sorry? You almost skewered me, Lennox. That didn’t feel like a mistake—it felt like you meant it." His voice was tight, laced with pain and bitterness.

The words made me flinch, though I kept my face still. I didn’t argue. I didn’t defend myself. I just turned, shoulders heavy, and walked out, leaving the room.

I didn’t head for my room. No. The walls of the mansion were too suffocating, too heavy with their eyes, their words. Olivia’s voice replayed in my head.

And Levi... his face, twisted with pain, with suspicion. Why would he think I’d want to hurt him? Why would Olivia even believe for a second that I could...

The weight in my chest grew unbearable. My wolf paced inside me, snarling, restless, but even he didn’t have the words to fight them off. So I did the only thing I could—I left the packhouse.

I took the stairs down two at a time, shoving past the heavy doors of the mansion until the morning air hit my lungs. My hands shook as I gripped the keys and climbed into one of the cars. The engine roared to life, and I drove—fast, reckless, needing distance, needing silence.

By the time I pulled into my own house, my head was pounding with too many thoughts. I slammed the door behind me, the echo ringing through the quiet halls. My housekeeper startled in the kitchen, but I didn’t stop for explanations. I went straight to the fridge, yanked it open, and pulled out every bottle of alcohol I could carry. Whiskey. Vodka. Rum. Anything strong enough to burn.

Clutching them to my chest, I climbed the stairs to my room. Tonight, I wasn’t Lennox the eldest, the leader, the strong one. Tonight, I was just a man who felt like he was losing everything—his brothers, his mate, and maybe even himself.

what it was. Whiskey. The burn scorched down my

Vodka this time. The sharp bite followed the fire of the whiskey, but still, nothing dulled. My wolf snarled inside me, angry, restless. He hated this weakness, hated the way I was

won’t fix it," he

the bottle again, the liquid spilling messily down my chin. "I just want to forget... just for

than the last. My vision blurred at the edges, my thoughts tangled, and still I forced another swallow. Any normal man would’ve been unconscious by now.

Until it didn’t.

sank onto the edge of the bed, head swimming, chest tight with something that

That’s when it came.

link from

the link,

in my hand. My voice

only used when he was concerned. "You’re not okay. I

the floor, the sharp scent of whiskey rising with the sting in my

came again, calm but firm.

against my face, trying to block him out. "I don’t... I don’t want to do this right now." My voice

said gently. "Just...

breath ragged, and I hated that he could feel it,

he didn’t push harder. He just stayed there in my head, steady, patient. A

haze, low and raw. "She thinks I could hurt him, Louis... She thinks I could hurt

in judgment but in understanding. "She doesn’t believe that," he said carefully. "She’s scared. Hurt. And so are