Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 613

Chapter 613: Have A Deal

Lennox’s POV

I didn’t stop walking until the cold air hit my face.

The door slammed behind me, echoing down the hall, but I didn’t look back.

If I did, I would turn around.

And if I turned around, I would break out of character.

My steps were fast. Too fast. My chest burned like I couldn’t get enough air.

Every word I had said to her replayed in my head.

I don’t love you.

It was a mistake.

Lies.

Cruel, ugly lies.

I reached the far end of the corridor and pushed open a door that led to an empty training room. The moment I was alone, everything collapsed.

I slammed my fist into the wall.

Pain shot through my knuckles, sharp and hot, but I welcomed it.

I hit it again. And again.

"Fuck!" I growled.

My breath came out rough. My hands were shaking. My vision blurred.

I slid down the wall and sank to the floor, my back against the stone. My head dropped forward, my elbows resting on my knees.

I had survived death.

I had survived betrayal.

I had survived four years of being unconscious.

But that?

That nearly killed me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help. I could still see her face. The way her eyes looked when I said those words. The way something in her broke.

"I’m sorry," I whispered into the empty room. "I’m so sorry."

My chest felt like it was being crushed from the inside.

I wanted to go back.

I wanted to tell her the truth.

I wanted to pull her into my arms and say her name the way I used to.

Olivia.

But I couldn’t.

Not yet.

If I told her now, everything would explode. And the person who tried to kill me would disappear forever.

So I stayed silent.

And silence was killing me.

I pressed my fist to my chest like I could hold my heart together.

"She knows," I muttered. "She’s starting to know."

She had looked at me differently tonight. Too closely. Too knowingly.

Soon, I won’t be able to pretend anymore. I leaned my head back against the wall and stared at the ceiling, my throat tight. I need to know who wanted to kill me and stop all this pretense.

I needed answers.

I needed the truth.

I needed to end this pretending before it destroyed everything.

That was when I felt it.

A presence.

The door creaked open.

I stiffened instantly and pushed myself to my feet.

He stepped inside.

My father.

For a split second, my heart nearly stopped.

Of course... he didn’t recognize me.

The spell was still holding.

But the way he looked at me—

the long stare, the sharp eyes—

it was the same way Mother had looked at me earlier.

Like he felt something he couldn’t explain.

"Do I know you?" he asked slowly.

I bowed my head slightly, keeping my voice steady. "No, sir."

He didn’t answer right away. He just studied me, his gaze moving over my face, my stance, the way I stood.

Then he said, "Walk with me."

My stomach tightened.

"Yes, sir," I replied, falling into step beside him.

"In return," he added calmly, "you’ll help me."

My fists clenched at my sides.

"Help you... how?" I asked carefully.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

He didn’t answer me right away.

Instead, he turned and continued walking, lifting his hand slightly for me to follow. I hesitated for only a second before falling into step behind him. My thoughts were spiraling now.

Help me how?

What exactly are you planning? 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

We moved through quieter corridors, guards stepping aside as he passed. No one spoke. No one questioned him. He led the way like a man who still believed the pack belonged to him.

Finally, we reached his private chambers.

He opened the door, stepped inside, then paused and looked back at me. His eyes flicked over my face one more time, sharp and unreadable.

"Come in," he said.

I did.

The door shut behind us with a soft but final click.

The room was dim, lit only by a few lamps. Heavy curtains blocked the windows. The air smelled of old wood, smoke, and something bitter. He walked to a small table near the fire, picked up a bottle, and poured himself a drink.

He didn’t offer me one.

He lifted the glass, took a slow sip, then finally spoke.

"Before I say anything else," he said calmly, "you will swear to me that whatever is said in this room stays here."

My pulse thudded hard in my ears.

"I swear," I said after a brief pause. "Whatever you say stays between us."

He watched me closely, then nodded.

"Good," he said. "Because if you try to betray me... if you try to tell anyone what I’m about to tell you—no one will believe you."

He took another sip.

"You’ll be a guard accusing a once Alpha. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, sir," I replied evenly.

"I won’t betray you."

A slow smile crossed his face.

"That’s wise."

He set the glass down and turned to face me fully.

"I want my throne back."