Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 569

Chapter 569: Goodbye

Olivia’s POV

My heart stopped.

Literally stopped.

"No..." I gasped, shaking my head violently. "NO—NO—this isn’t real—this isn’t—Lennox can’t—he can’t—"

Louis reached for my hand, but I jerked away.

"Don’t touch me!" I cried. "DON’T—don’t tell me he’s dead... don’t say it—please don’t say it..."

Levi swallowed, his voice thick with emotion he was trying to hide.

"He’s gone. The healers have checked several times... he is indeed gone."

Fresh hot tears rolled down my cheeks as the word registered in my head... I still didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to imagine this was a nightmare I would soon wake up from, but deep down I knew this was real... Lennox is actually gone for real... this time there was no coma... no hope of him returning... he was really dead.

"Olivia..." Louis called me, but I didn’t respond... I felt numb... My wolf was silent as she mourned him.

"Where is he? I want to see him."

Levi sighed. "He is in the morgue, but we have to bury him immediately... the attendant said his body is decaying rapidly due to the poison..."

I choked in my tears and looked up at Levi, whose eyes were filled with tears. "I need to see him."

"Olivia... please... don’t do this to yourself," he said softly.

I shook my head with force. "Take me to him. Now. I want to see him... I NEED to see him..."

"Olivia—" Levi began.

"TAKE ME TO HIM!" I screamed, my voice cracking in pure agony.

Both brothers flinched at the sound.

Louis nodded slowly. "Okay... okay... we’ll take you."

They helped me up gently.

The world felt blurry... distant... unreal... like I was moving inside a dream.

A nightmare.

A pain I didn’t know a human—or a wolf—could survive.

Louis and Levi walked on each side of me as we moved down the hallway.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think.

All I saw was his face... on the floor... covered in blood... lifeless...

A sob escaped me, and I covered my mouth. "Why didn’t I stop him?" I whispered. "Why did I let him...?"

Levi’s steps faltered. "Olivia... he made a choice. He... he wanted to save the boys. Don’t blame—"

"DON’T tell me not to blame myself!" I snapped. "If I didn’t lose control—if I didn’t stop thinking straight—if I didn’t let him wheel himself into danger—he would still be here!"

My voice broke completely.

Louis whispered, "No... Olivia... don’t say that..."

But I couldn’t hear them anymore.

I couldn’t hear anything.

My wolf whimpered inside me, mourning Lennox.

I barely noticed we reached the morgue door.

Levi paused.

His hand shook as he touched the handle.

"Olivia... are you sure?"

I wiped my face with shaking hands.

"No," I whispered. "But I need to see him."

Louis opened the door quietly.

Cold air swept out instantly—icy and sharp.

And there...

There on a stone table...

Covered with a white sheet soaked faintly with dried blood...

Was Lennox.

My heart split open.

My knees buckled, but Levi caught me.

"No... no... Lennox..." I whispered as I walked toward him on trembling legs.

I reached him and pulled the sheet down from his face.

And when I saw his still pale face, I broke completely.

Levi nodded, his eyes dropping to the floor. "...Yes."

A fresh wave of tears rolled down my face.

"They’re only four..." I whispered.

Louis pulled me into his arms, and I hugged him as I cried loudly.

"Olivia, we have to go... we have to go prepare for the funeral..."

I shook my head, refusing to accept it.

He glanced at Lennox’s body and swallowed hard.

"...Say goodbye."

My throat closed completely.

I turned back to Lennox and stood over him. My hands shook as I touched his cheek one last time. He was cold. Too cold. The kind of cold that didn’t belong to someone alive.

Slowly... painfully... I leaned down and pressed a trembling kiss on his forehead.

"I’ll always love you," I whispered. "And I’ll protect our boys... I promise."

Another tear slid down my face and fell onto his skin.

I forced myself to take a step back.

Then another.

Then I turned away before my legs gave out again.

But at the door... I stopped.

I looked back at him one last time.

His still body. His peaceful face. The man I loved... the man who loved me...

Gone.

A sharp, stabbing pain ripped through my chest and I gasped, pressing my palm against my heart.

"Come on," Louis whispered, placing a hand on my back.

I nodded slowly, wiping my tears.

Then I whispered toward the cold room... toward him...

"Goodbye... Lennox."