Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 575

Chapter 575: Meet Up

Lennox’s POV

I thought about it. If I walked into the pack house right now, people would scream. Some would call it a miracle. Some would fall on their knees. Some would ask questions.

And if the one who wanted me dead was in that house... they would panic Or try to finish the job.

No. That was not the way.

I needed answers first. Proof. A plan.

"Golden," I said calmly. "Give me your phone."

He frowned. "My phone?"

"Yes."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small device. He placed it in my hand carefully, like it was something fragile.

The screen lit up. I stared at it for a moment, then pressed in a number I remembered very well. A number I had not called in a long time.

It rang once.

Twice.

Three times.

Come on.

On the fourth ring, someone picked up.

A deep voice answered, sharp but sleepy. "Who is this?"

My throat tightened. "Uncle Damien... it is me. Lennox. Please do not shout. Do not react. Do not let anyone know it is me."

There was silence on the other end.

Then a sharp inhale. "Lennox?" he whispered. "Lennox... as in... my nephew who was buried last night?"

"Yes," I said. "It is really me."

He cursed softly under his breath. "How is that possible? Where are you? Are you safe? Who is with you?"

I looked around the small room again. I did not even know the exact name of this place. I turned to Golden. "Where are we?"

Golden answered. "The old border safe house. Near the east ridge."

I repeated it to Damien softly. "I am at the old border safe house, near the east ridge. Only Golden is with me."

Damien remained silent as he contemplated if this was really me.

"I need to talk to you... just you... someone... someone wanted me dead."

Damien was quiet for a few seconds. Then his voice turned firm. "Listen to me. Do not move. Do not go anywhere. Do not call anyone else. I am taking my jet and coming to you right now. No one will know. We speak when I arrive."

"Please hurry," I said, my voice low. "And Uncle... do not tell anyone I am alive. Not yet."

"I am not a fool, boy," he muttered. "Stay hidden. I am on my way."

The call ended.

I stared at the phone for a moment, then handed it back to Golden.

He looked at me with curiosity. "What are you planning, Alpha?"

I leaned back slowly against the pillow, feeling my neck wound twinge, my body still weak but my brain actively at work.

"You will see," I said quietly. "For now, we wait for Damien. I trust him more than anyone else outside that house."

Golden nodded and sat down near the bed, still watching me like he was afraid I would vanish if he blinked.

I looked down at my hands. At my legs. At the small scars on my wrists from the wheelchair.

Whoever wanted me dead thought their problem was solved.

They were wrong.

Very wrong.

I lifted my eyes to the ceiling and whispered so softly only the Goddess could hear me.

"You brought me back for a reason. I will find out why. And I will find out who did this."

Then I closed my eyes for a moment, letting my body rest while my mind stayed awake.

It took almost five hours before Golden finally opened the door again.

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