Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 565

Chapter 565: The Plan

Lennox’s POV

Levi stared at us both, his lips parting, his chest rising and falling hard with anger and betrayal.

He shook his head and stepped back. "You two are insane. Both of you. Completely insane."

Louis tried to touch his arm, but Levi yanked away like Louis burned him.

"You want to follow Lennox’s plan? Fine." Levi hissed, his angry voice echoing around the hall. "But when this goes wrong, when something happens, when—"

"It won’t," I cut in quietly.

He glared at me like he wanted to rip the wheelchair apart. "You don’t know that."

"I do," I said again.

He looked between us one last time, his jaw trembling, then stormed off down the corridor.

Louis let out a long breath and rubbed the back of his neck. "This is... going to get messy."

"I know," I muttered. "But trust me—this is for the best."

Louis nodded slowly. "So what’s the plan?"

"Simple," I said. "I follow those men with the warriors to the place they claim. If it’s not a trap, the warriors will ambush them immediately. Once I confirm it’s safe—and that we’re not walking into a slaughter—I’ll send a signal. Then you and Levi come and join the fight."

Louis frowned. "And how are you going to protect yourself until then?"

"I may not walk," I said, gripping the armrest, "but I still have my sword. My arms work just fine."

Louis still didn’t look convinced. "And if it is a trap?"

"Then better I fall into it than you two."

His eyes snapped to mine. "Lennox, stop saying shit like that."

"I’m serious," I said calmly. "Let me do this."

He looked away, frustrated, but finally nodded. Then he followed me back to the room where the men were waiting.

Levi was there—fuming, sitting on the couch, glaring at no one and everyone at the same time.

I ignored him and faced the five elite trackers.

"I will lead the fight," I announced.

Their eyes widened. A few exchanged quick glances. They tried to hide their unease—but I saw it.

One finally spoke. "Alpha... with respect... your condition—"

"My condition is none of your concern," I cut him off. "My best warriors will be joining us. We will be fine."

Still, they didn’t look happy.

So I tested them.

"Luna Olivia will be coming as well," I lied.

Panic.

Instant panic washed over their faces.

One stepped forward fast. "No! No—Alpha, she cannot come. Her abilities... won’t work there. Absolutely not."

They scrambled to cover the slip, stammering excuses.

And that was all the confirmation I needed.

My suspicions were right.

Something about them stank.

They were lying.

Pretending.

Hiding something.

I nodded calmly. "Fine. We leave in an hour. Go prepare."

They bowed and left the hall quickly—too quickly.

The moment the door shut, I turned to Louis.

"Where is Olivia?"

He sighed. "She’s been teleporting—from seer to seer. Begging for help. Asking for ways to break the spell."

My chest tightened painfully.

Of course she was.

She’d burn her body to ashes if it meant saving our sons.

"Mind-link her and ask her to come back."

Louis nodded and mind-linked Olivia immediately, but the moment he did, his brows pulled together.

"I can’t reach her," he said quietly. "It feels like... she’s in the middle of a ritual."

Of course she was.

"Fine," I muttered. "If she comes back, tell her what’s happening. Golden will communicate with you both through the mind-link since I... can’t."

Louis nodded again.

I wheeled myself back to my room. I needed air... I needed silence... I needed a moment to think without Levi throwing tantrums.

Not two minutes passed before Golden walked in.

"Alpha," he bowed. "The warriors are preparing."

"How many?" I asked.

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