Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 646

Chapter 646: No Time Left

Lennox’s POV

The air in the room was thick with the scent of fear. Levi looked like he wanted to punch the wall, and Louis looked like he was about to collapse. Seeing them like this—seeing my brothers, my lieutenants, my family, shattered—was worse than the diagnosis.

"I have to see a doctor first," I said, my voice cutting through their panic with the last of my Alpha authority. "A human specialist. Someone who knows how to fight this without a wolf’s help."

"Lennox, we have to tell Olivia," Louis choked out, his eyes red. "We promised her no more secrets. This is the biggest secret there is."

"No," I snapped, then winced as a sharp pain flared behind my eyes. "Not yet. I have my reasons. If I tell her now, she’ll spend the rest of the day mourning me while I’m still standing. I want to know exactly what we’re facing before I break her heart again. We see the doctor first."

Levi rubbed his face with his hands. "How are we supposed to get you to a specialist in the city without her knowing? She may not be your mate, Lennox. She feels your every move."

"I’ll handle it," I said grimly. "Just back me up."

The door opened, and Olivia walked in carrying a tray. The scent of the homemade soup hit me, and for a second, my stomach turned. She looked at me, her eyes searching for any sign of the truth we had just buried.

"You look a little better," she lied, though I could see the tremor in her hands as she set the tray down on my lap. "Martha? What’s the verdict?"

I caught Martha’s eye in a silent warning.

"Severe exhaustion and a dip in his blood pressure, Luna," Martha said, her voice remarkably steady for someone who had just delivered a death sentence. "He needs rest and nourishment."

"I’m fine, baby," I said, forcing myself to take a spoonful of the soup. It felt like swallowing lead, but I smiled at her. I ate as much as I could, acting strong, acting like the man who had held this pack together for years.

Once the tray was empty, I set it aside and started to stand. Olivia immediately moved to stop me.

"Where do you think you’re going? Martha said rest." "I have an emergency meeting at the pack hospital," I said, reaching for my jacket. "There’s a dispute with the medical supply borders. I need to be there to sign off on the new shipments. Levi and Louis are coming with me."

"Lennox, you’re sick," she argued, her brow furrowed. "Let your brothers handle it."

"I’m okay, Olivia. Truly," I said, leaning down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. I held it a second longer than usual, memorizing the scent of her skin. "I’ll be back before the kids wake up from their nap. I promise."

I dressed quickly, my hands shaking so much I could barely button my shirt. Louis helped me with my coat, his face a mask of grief. We walked out, past the nanny and the kids, and got into the back of the black SUV.

"Drive," I told the driver. "Fast."

The pack hospital was a gleaming building of glass and white stone. When we stepped through the doors, the atmosphere shifted instantly. The head doctor, Dr. Vance, and a team of healers were already waiting. They had seen the Alpha’s car pull up.

Dr. Vance bowed low, but his eyes were wide with confusion as he looked at me. He was a shifter, and he could tell something was wrong.

"Alpha Lennox," he said, his voice hushed. "We weren’t expecting—"

"We need to talk," I interrupted, my breath coming in short, shallow hitches. "In private. Now."

I walked past him toward his office, my legs feeling like they were made of water.

I told him my condition, and he began to work. He worked in a frantic silence, running scans and checking monitors while Louis and Levi stood behind me like two statues of grief.

Vance stepped back from the screen, his face ashen. He pointed to a dark mass on the imaging—a jagged shadow nestled deep within the tissue.

"It’s aggressive, Alpha," Vance said, his voice barely a whisper. "It’s pressing directly against a major artery in the brain. If we had your wolf, the regeneration would keep the artery wall strong while we operated. But right now? The tissue is paper-thin."

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