Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36: Never stopped Loving her

Lennox's POV

I looked at Olivia, whose breathing was normal, though she was still unconscious. The fact that she had tried to kill herself more than once was becoming alarming. Was she so desperate to die?

Today, we had almost lost her again. The mere thought of it was enough to drive me insane.

"I'll be back. I need to see Father," I muttered to my brothers before storming out of the room.

My wolf was still growling in pain at the thought of Olivia dying, and I groaned, simply making my way to Father. Sniffing the air, I caught a whiff of his scent and realized he was in his chambers.

Reaching his door, I knocked once.

"Come in," he called.

I entered to find him reclining in his chair, a glass of wine in hand. He had recently stepped down as Alpha, and for the first time in my life, he looked truly at ease.

"Lennox," Father greeted, his sharp gaze assessing me. He could already tell I was in no mood for pleasantries.

"Father, did you order the killing of Olivia's father?" I asked, going straight to the point.

Father sighed and set down the glass of wine in his hand, fixing me with a calm but wary look. "What brought this up all of a sudden?"

I clenched my fists, fighting to keep my voice respectful. "Olivia tried to kill herself again today. She almost bled out in front of us. The healer barely managed to save her."

His eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression remained stoic. "And what does that have to do with me?"

I growled, barely restraining my wolf. "She thinks we killed her father. That Louis, Levi, and I gave the order. But we just found out that you were the one who ordered his death. Is it true?"

Father leaned back in his chair, letting out a slow breath. "Yes."frёeωebɳovel.com

The simple admission hit me like a punch to the gut, and I had to grip the edge of his desk to keep from lunging at him. "Why?" I demanded, my voice laced with anger. "Why the hell would you do that?"

He didn't flinch, didn't show even a shred of guilt. "Because he tried to escape."

"So?" I spat angrily. "He was your closest warrior, more like a friend to you. How could you order his killing?"