Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 622

Chapter 622: Suicide?

Levi’s POV

I felt like I was no longer a real person.

Just a shadow lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, not even sure why I was still breathing.

I didn’t know what to do with my life anymore.

Guilt was eating me alive from the inside.

No matter what Lennox said—that I could change, that I could make things right—it didn’t matter.

It didn’t take the pain away.

Every time I closed my eyes, I wished I wouldn’t open them again.

I just wanted everything to stop.

I hated myself so much that I couldn’t even stand my own presence.

My wolf tried to comfort me sometimes, whispering that it wasn’t too late, that I could still be better.

But his voice felt far away.

All I could hear was Olivia.

Her words kept playing in my head over and over.

You’re the reason we’re broken.

And she was right.

Everything that went wrong...

Every lie.

Every fight.

Every tear.

It all started with me.

If it wasn’t for my jealousy...

If it wasn’t for my selfishness...

If it wasn’t for the terrible choices I made...

We would still be together.

Lennox would never have been pushed away.

Olivia would never have been hurt like that.

Louis would never have been dragged into this mess.

But now?

We were shattered.

And it was my fault.

I turned my face into the pillow, my chest tight, my eyes burning.

I couldn’t breathe.

It felt like the walls were closing in on me.

Like the room was shrinking.

Like all the air was being pulled out and I was being left behind to suffocate in my own guilt. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

I pushed myself up suddenly, gasping.

"No... I can’t stay here," I whispered.

Every corner of this room reminded me of everything I had destroyed.

I stumbled to my feet and walked out.

I didn’t tell anyone where I was going.

I didn’t want to see anyone.

I didn’t want to hear anyone.

I just needed to get away from myself.

I walked past the guards.

Out of the mansion.

Into the cold night.

My feet carried me toward the forest without me even thinking about it. The trees swallowed me whole as I walked deeper and deeper, branches brushing against my skin, leaves crunching under my boots.

The air was sharp and quiet out here.

But it didn’t help.

My head was still loud.

I kept walking until the trees thinned and the land opened up.

A cliff.

The ground dropped away into nothing but darkness below.

I stepped closer and looked down.

It was far.

Too far.

One step.

I swallowed hard.

And for the first time since I left the mansion...

The noise in my head began to fade just a little.

The young lady finished talking and frowned, staring at me. "Where do you live? I’ll take you home."

I scoffed inside but kept a blank face. "Are you from this pack?"

She shook her head. "No... My friend is from this pack, and I just came to spend a few weeks with her...."

That explained why she didn’t know me.

I let out a tired breath.

"I’m not trying to kill myself," I said quietly. "You can relax."

She didn’t look convinced.

Her eyes stayed on me, sharp and worried. Like she was trying to read something behind my face.

"People who say that are usually the ones who need help the most," she replied.

I turned away from her and took a step back toward the forest. "You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’m dealing with."

I started to walk past her.

She grabbed my arm.

"Hey," she said firmly. "Don’t."

I froze.

She wasn’t strong, but her grip was tight because she was scared.

"I don’t believe you," she said. "Not after how you were standing at that cliff. You don’t just look at death like that if you’re okay."

I pulled my arm a little, but she didn’t let go.

"Let me go," I muttered.

"No," she said stubbornly. "You’re not going back home alone."

I stared at her, shocked by how serious she was.

"You don’t even know me," I repeated.

She shook her head. "I don’t have to. I know pain. I know when someone is breaking."

She stepped closer, her voice softer now.

"I’ve been where you are," she said. "That empty place where everything feels pointless. Where you just want it to stop."

My throat tightened.

"I’m not letting you go back home alone," she said. "I’m coming with you."