CHAPTER 531: SONS?

Lennox’s POV

I didn’t move.

I didn’t blink.

I just stared at the three little boys standing in front of me...

My heart beat so loudly it drowned out every sound around me.

Then—

One of them took a small step forward.

Just one.

His voice was soft... confused... unsure... but full of excitement.

"F-Father Lennox...?" he asked. "Is... is that you?"

My breath left me.

Like someone punched the air out of my chest.

Father.

Father.

He called me father.

My hands shook on the wheels. My throat closed. I couldn’t even breathe.

I turned to Olivia sharply.

Her eyes filled with tears.

She nodded slowly... painfully... lovingly.

"Yes," she whispered. "Lennox... when you were unconscious... I realized I was pregnant."

She swallowed hard. "These... these are our sons."

The words hit me harder than any blade ever did.

Our sons.

My sons.

My blood.

My children.

I looked back at the three little boys, struggling to keep myself together.

Then the first one moved again—faster this time—and before I could react, he wrapped his arms around me.

Tiny arms.

Warm little body.

Small heartbeat pounding fast against me.

I froze.

Completely.

He hugged me like he’d been waiting for me his whole life.

"It’s nice to finally meet you," he said softly against my chest. "I’m Liam."

Liam.

His name was Liam.

My throat burned. My hands twitched at my sides—not knowing if I should hold him or push him or cry.

Then the second boy moved.

He came close and placed his hand on my knee gently.

"I’m Leon," he said with a shy smile.

And before I could even breathe—

The third boy rushed forward and hugged my arm tightly.

"I’m Leo!" he said happily. "Daddy Levi said you were sleeping for a long, long time."

My head snapped up.

Daddy Levi?

My stomach twisted painfully... but the boys hugged me again before I could think too hard.

Three little bodies.

Three warm hearts.

Three children wrapping themselves around me like they had known me forever—even though I didn’t even know how to hold them.

For the first time since I woke up...

I felt something other than anger.

Other than betrayal.

Other than pain.

I felt...

Peace.

Pure, warm, soft peace.

The kind I had forgotten even existed.

I closed my eyes as one of them—Liam—rested his cheek against my chest.

"I always wanted to meet you," he whispered. "Mom says you are the bravest person she has ever met."

Brave.

Me.

I swallowed hard, my voice stuck in my throat.

I didn’t ask whose child belonged to whom.

I didn’t ask if they were mine or Levi’s or Louis’.

I didn’t ask for proof.

Because right now—

All I knew was that these boys were hugging me like I was their whole world.

And I...

I didn’t want that feeling to go away.

I finally lifted a shaky hand... and placed it gently on Liam’s back.

The boy melted into me instantly—like he had been waiting for that touch.

Olivia placed a hand over her mouth, crying silently.

Then she whispered,

"Lennox... what happened to your legs?"

Her voice cut through everything.

The happiness.

The peace.

The moment.

Gone

And all the darkness came flooding back.

My jaw clenched.

My eyes shifted from the boys to her... slowly... painfully... like every movement drained me.

I looked down at my legs... and for the first time since I came back, the truth hit me so hard I felt dizzy.

My legs weren’t moving.

My legs weren’t reacting.

My legs... were dead.

My breath hitched. My chest tightened. My lungs squeezed painfully, refusing to take air.

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t.

My pride, my strength, my identity as a warrior—everything shattered in one second.

I gripped the wheels tightly, forcing my face to stay cold, hard, unreadable.

I refused to break in front of them.

I turned sharply to the nearest guard. "You. Get me the pack healer. Now."

The guard stiffened. "Y-yes, Alpha Lennox."

Alpha.

The word felt strange—like it no longer belonged to me.

I turned the chair toward the hallway, ignoring the boys’ small hands on me, ignoring Olivia’s shaky breath, ignoring Levi and Louis watching me like they expected me to explode.

I pushed the wheels harder, rolling forward toward the staircase.

Until I reached it.

And froze.

The steps stretched upward like a mountain—tall, steep, unreachable.

Something cold sank in my stomach.

"How," I whispered, "am I supposed to climb this...?"

The realization slammed through me again:

I couldn’t walk.

I couldn’t stand.

I couldn’t even drag myself up one damn step.

Humiliation burned in my chest like fire.

Me—Lennox—who had fought rogues, alphas, monsters... unable to climb stairs.

My fingers tightened on the wheels until my knuckles hurt.

Behind me, I heard soft footsteps. The little boys.

"Daddy Lennox?" Leo called gently.

Daddy.

The word tore something inside me.

I couldn’t turn around. I couldn’t let them see the look on my face.

I kept my eyes on the stairs, my throat burning, my pride bleeding.

I tried lifting myself from the chair. Nothing.

I tried to move my foot—just one inch. Nothing.

My leg dropped limply against the footrest.

Dead weight.

I bit down hard on my cheek to stop myself from breaking down.

"Lennox..." Olivia’s soft voice came from behind me.

I shut my eyes tightly. "Please don’t," I said, my voice cracking even though I tried to hide it. "Don’t come near me."

The room went silent.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, lifted my chin as if I still had control, as if I still had strength, as if I wasn’t falling apart inside.

But the truth drummed in my chest:

I was crippled.

Broken.

Trapped in a body that no longer obeyed me.

And the stairs in front of me were the first cruel proof that everything had changed.

Everything.

Olivia stepped forward. "Do you want the guards to..."

"Olivia..." I snapped... but forced myself not to explode... the kids were here, and I didn’t want them to see me shouting at their mom... that was an impression I didn’t want to give.

I turned to the maid standing nearby. "Prepare a room for me downstairs... I’ll be staying there."