Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 578

Chapter 578: Back As A Stranger

Lennox’s POV

Golden lowered his head. "You are right."

I stood up and walked to the small mirror. My new face stared back at me. Brown hair. Gray eyes. Sharper features.

A stranger.

"From today," I said softly, "Lennox is dead."

Golden looked up at me slowly.

"And who are you now, Alpha?"

I let the question hang in the air for a moment.

Then I answered quietly, "A ghost inside my own home."

Golden nodded slowly, understanding.

"Then, Alpha... tell me your new name."

I turned from the mirror with a firm look in my new eyes.

"My name will be Kaine."

Golden bowed. "Yes, Alpha Kaine."

"Prepare everything. We enter the mansion tonight."

Golden stood up quickly. "I will get the papers ready. Your warrior clothes. A new background story. When you return tonight... it begins."

I nodded once.

Golden left the room to prepare everything, leaving me alone with the mirror and the stranger inside it.

I stared at my new face for a long time.

Brown hair.

Gray eyes.

Sharper jaw.

A man I did not know.

A man no one in my pack would ever recognize.

A man who would walk into the home I used to rule... and pretend he was an ordinary new warrior.

A man who would watch his family from the shadows.

A ghost.

I touched the short brown hair, still not used to it. I loved my black sticky hair. This was just it.

"How am I going to do this...?" I muttered.

I imagined it—

Walking into the mansion.

Seeing my sons and having to pretend I did not know them.

My throat tightened.

What would I do if I see Liam again?

What would I do if Leo stared at me with those wide, innocent eyes that always softened me?

I would have to stand there.

Unmoving.

Pretending they were strangers.

My sons.

My blood.

My world.

And Olivia...

I inhaled sharply at the thought of her.

Seeing her face and acting like she was just another Luna.

Not my mate.

Not the woman whose tears soaked my shirt as I died in her arms.

Not the woman whose voice dragged me back from death twice.

I closed my eyes.

Could I stand in front of her and call her "Luna" like she was nothing special?

Could I watch someone else comfort her?

Could I watch her break and act as if I felt nothing?

This plan was going to hurt more than dying.

Much more.

I opened my eyes again and stared at the mirror.

"You can do this," I whispered to myself. "You must."

If I failed, the person who wanted me dead might strike again—

No.

I would bury myself a hundred times before letting that happen.

Just then, Golden returned—breathing lightly, holding a stack of folded warrior clothes, leather boots, and identity papers.

"Alpha Kaine," he said softly. "It is time."

My new name still felt strange.

Like wearing someone else’s skin.

But I nodded. "Let’s go."

Golden hesitated at the door.

"They are recruiting new warriors today," he said quietly. "If everything goes well... they will accept you tonight."

I breathed in slowly. "Good."

He studied me for a moment. "Are you ready?"

No.

I kept my head down, fists tight.

They sat on the high seats—two chairs instead of three.

I felt my chest tighten painfully at the empty space between them.

My chair.

My place.

Gone.

Louis rose and stepped forward.

His voice shook slightly as he spoke.

"This combat feast is held in honour of Alpha Lennox," he said. "He loved the battlefield. He loved pushing his warriors. So tonight, we fight... for him."

The crowd cheered loudly.

I blinked hard.

I never knew warriors loved me this much.

I always thought I was too hard on them... too strict... too demanding.

But some wiped tears quietly.

A new recruit beside me whispered, "I heard he was so strong... I wish I trained under him once."

Another said softly, "Alpha Lennox always fought beside us. Not above us."

I swallowed the tight ache in my throat.

For a moment, I forgot I wasn’t supposed to be him.

But then Louis continued speaking, his voice thick with sorrow.

"Our brother, our Alpha, died saving this pack. Tonight, we honour him with strength, not tears."

There were tears anyway.

Levi sat still, staring at the ground, jaw clenched hard.

He had not cried in public.

He couldn’t.

He was Alpha.

But his pain radiated like fire.

I looked away before my emotions betrayed me.

Golden leaned closer and whispered, "Keep your eyes down, Kaine."

I nodded slightly.

The first combat match began.

Warriors ran forward, clashing loudly, fists flying, feet pounding the dirt. The crowd shouted with energy.

But I barely saw any of it.

My eyes kept drifting to my brothers.