Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 353: Lied

Louis’s POV

Before either of them could question me, I established a mind link, reaching for Lennox. His presence was there—distant, muffled, locked away. I pressed harder, shoving past the haze, forcing the link open.

"Lennox!"

Nothing. Just a heavy wall. He was trying to shut me out, dousing himself in his pain.

I pushed harder. Damn it, don’t do this.

"Leave me alone," his voice finally came through, hoarse and flat. I felt him trying to sever the connection.

Panic shot through me. "Wait! Don’t cut me off!" My voice cracked with panic, rawer than I meant.

That froze him for a beat.

"What’s wrong?" His tone sharpened instantly, and just like that, I felt his pain shoved aside. That was Lennox—no matter how broken he was, the second he thought someone else needed him, he forgot himself.

I swallowed, hating what I was about to do. "It’s Levi," I said, forcing a tremor into my voice. "He... he fainted."

The silence that followed was sharp. Then his growl cut through the link. "Louis. Is this a joke?"

I clenched my jaw, acting the part. "Do I sound like I’m joking? He and Olivia had a fight. A bad one. She told him... she told him she’d reject him." I let my voice falter, shaky. "And after that... he collapsed. He’s not waking up."

long moment, there was only his

me, Louis," he growled, but there was fear laced

believable. "But it happened. He’s down.

the link, my wolf flinching

The link snapped shut.

right next to me—but if this lie was what it took to drag Lennox back before he destroyed himself, then I’d bear

beside me in the car, his brows drawn. My chest tightened. "I just lied to Lennox using your illness,"

clenched, but he didn’t argue. He only looked away, his wolf restless beneath his skin. Olivia sat in the backseat, her face pale, her hands twisting in her lap. None of us liked this, but it was the

through the winding roads, racing back toward the mansion. No one spoke—the silence weighed heavy, broken only by

into the gates, my heart was hammering. We rushed inside, heading straight for Levi’s room. The healer’s

down on the bed, his movements stiff but silent, playing his part. Olivia stood close, hovering at his side, her

the window, my

came—the tug of Lennox’s voice through the link, sharp and

rough, strained, but full of

answering. "No. Olivia tried—her ability isn’t

furious growl rumbled down the link, strong enough that Levi flinched

his voice shaking with fury and fear. "Don’t let

and

hard, before glancing at Levi and Olivia. Both

And so was I.

of fast footsteps echoed down