Fated To Not Just One, But Three-Chapter 667: Recovery

Lennox’s POV

​A knock came softly on my door. Sucking in a deep breath, I asked the person in. The door pushed open and Aurora stepped in. A big, bright smile spread across her face as she closed the door behind her and moved cautiously toward me.

​"I came to check up on you, Lennox," she said softly, her eyes scanning me then the monitor. "How are you doing?" she asked, genuinely worried.

​"I’m fine. Come sit." I tapped the space beside me.

​Aurora moved toward the bed, her expression a mix of relief and lingering sadness. She sat where I indicated, though she kept a respectful distance.

​"I’m sorry I haven’t come to see you these past weeks, Lennox," she said softly, her fingers tracing a pattern on the edge of the blanket. "I knew you didn’t want guests. I knew you didn’t want anyone to see you like... well, like that. I wanted to respect your privacy."

​"I understand, Aurora," I replied, my voice gaining more grit. "I wasn’t exactly in the mood for company. I appreciate you staying away for my sake."

​Just then, the door pushed open again. Olivia walked in, carrying a tray of fresh fruit. The moment her eyes landed on Aurora sitting on the edge of my bed, her footsteps faltered. Her brow furrowed into a deep frown, her scent spiking with a sharp, protective edge that I could taste in the air.

​Aurora didn’t flinch. She stood up slowly, her gaze steady as she looked at Olivia, then back at me. "I’m heading back home tomorrow, Lennox," she said, ignoring the tension radiating from Olivia.

​I looked up at her, feeling a pang of guilt for the state I’d been in. "I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you lately, Aurora. When you needed me most, I was useless."

​She shook her head, a small, sad smile touching her lips. "Don’t apologize. You’ve done more than enough for me over the years. Just focus on getting your strength back."

​She turned, giving Olivia a polite, brief nod of acknowledgement, and walked toward the door. Olivia stood frozen for a second before stepping aside to let her pass. Once the door clicked shut, the silence in the room became heavy.

​Olivia walked over and set the tray of fruit down on the bedside table with a bit more force than necessary. She didn’t look at me, her movements stiff as she arranged the napkins.

​"Is there something wrong with the grapes?" I teased, my voice low and amused.

​She finally looked at me, but her eyes were stormy, her lips pressed into a thin line. She wasn’t happy. Not one bit.

​"Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Olivia," I said, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.

​She rolled her eyes so hard I thought she might see the back of her skull. "I’m not jealous. I just think it’s interesting who shows up the minute you’re able to sit up."

​I reached out, snagging her wrist and pulling her closer until she was forced to look at me. "Stop it. Aurora is like a sister to me. She always has been, and she always will be. There is nothing there but history and respect."

​I tugged her closer until she was standing between my knees. "I love you."

​Olivia stared at me for a beat, her nostrils flaring as she caught the scent of her own arousal mixing with that lingering spike of possessiveness. She didn’t stay standing for long. She hiked up the hem of her gown, tossed the tray of fruit further onto the table, and climbed onto the bed. She straddled my lap, her knees digging into the mattress on either side of my hips.

​The weight of her, the heat of her pussy pressing against my thighs through the thin fabric, made my blood roar. My hands flew to her waist, my fingers digging into the soft flesh there.

​"Lennox," she breathed, her hands resting on my shoulders. "The doctor said you need rest. He said your body is still recovering."

​"This is my rest," I rasped, my eyes fixed on her mouth. "Seeing you, touching you... this is the only thing that actually makes me feel like I’m back."

​I didn’t give her a chance to argue. I reached up, cupping the back of her head, and pulled her down into a kiss that was anything but restful. It was a claim. I tasted her hunger, her relief, and that stubborn streak of jealousy that I secretly loved. My tongue pushed into her mouth, tangling with hers as I groaned deep in my throat.

​I moved my hands from her waist, sliding them down to the hem of her gown. I pushed the silk aside, baring her smooth, pale thighs. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The sight of her—glistening and ready for me—snapped the last thread of my control.

​"Fuck," I hissed against her lips.

​I reached down, unzipping my sweats and freeing my cock. It was thick, stone-hard, and throbbing with a desperate need to be inside her. I grabbed her hips and lifted her slightly, guiding my head to her soaking wet opening.

​"Lennox, wait—" she gasped, but her eyes were already glazing over.

​"I’ve waited four years for this, Olivia," I growled. "I’m not waiting another second."

​I pulled her down. She let out a long, shaky moan as I buried myself in her, my cock stretching her walls as I bottomed out in one deep, slow shove. I felt her pussy clench around me, pulsing with heat, welcoming me home. The sensation was so intense I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth to keep from coming right then.

​I started to move, my hips thrusting upward in a steady, powerful rhythm. Olivia braced her hands on my chest, her head falling back as she began to bounce on me. The sound of our bodies meeting—that wet, rhythmic slapping—echoed through the quiet medical suite.

​"You’re so fucking tight," I rasped, my hands moving to her ass, squeezing the cheeks as I drove deeper. "Still so perfect for me."

​"More," she whimpered, her nails scratching at my skin. "Don’t stop, Lennox."

​I didn’t stop. I increased the pace, meeting every one of her descents with a brutal, honest thrust that made the bed frame creak. I watched her face—the way her eyes rolled back, the way her lips parted as she fought for air. This was life. This was the reason I had fought that forest in my head.

​I felt the tension building in her, her internal walls starting to spasm around my cock. I reached up, my thumb finding her clit through the slickness, and gave it a firm, rhythmic rub.

​That was it. Olivia’s back arched, her body vibrating as she let out a piercing scream, her climax hitting her so hard she nearly collapsed against me. Her pussy squeezed me in a series of violent, delicious pulses that sent me over the cliff.

​I let out a guttural roar, my body jerking as I pumped my hot, thick cum deep into her, filling her until she was overflowing. I held her tight, my face buried in her neck, our hearts hammering against each other in the same frantic rhythm.

​We stayed like that for a long time, the only sound being our jagged breathing and the hum of the monitors that were now recording a heart rate that was purely, vibrantly alive.

​I must have drifted off into the first real, painless sleep I’d had in years. When I opened my eyes, the room was filled with the soft light of morning and the quiet murmur of voices.

​Olivia wasn’t sleeping. She was sitting right beside me, her hand locked in mine, her eyes wide and alert as she watched me. Levi and Louis were already there, standing at the foot of the bed like twin sentinels, their faces tight with anticipation.

​Dr. Kapoor was staring at the latest printouts from the machines, shaking his head in pure disbelief. He looked up, catching my eye, and for the first time, he didn’t look like a man fighting a losing battle.

​"Goodness..." I rasped, my voice sounding deeper, fuller. I cleared my throat, feeling the strength in my lungs. "Am I getting better, Doctor? Or is this just the meds talking?"

​Kapoor stepped forward, a rare, stunned smile breaking his professional mask. "It is no dream, Alpha. Your cellular markers have stabilized. The decay has not only stopped—it is reversing. The ’Locked-In’ state is over. You are healing at a rate I have never seen in a human—or a shifter. You are, for all intents and purposes, returning to your prime."

​The silence in the room snapped.

​"Lennox!" Levi breathed. He didn’t wait for an invitation; he rushed to the bedside and pulled me into a fierce, bone-crushing hug. I could feel him shaking, the weight of the months he spent playing the stoic leader finally falling away. "You bastard. You actually stayed. You’re actually here."

​"Couldn’t let you have all the fun, little brother," I chuckled, my arms wrapping around him with a strength that surprised even me.

​Louis was right behind him. He didn’t say much—he never did when he was emotional—but he gripped my shoulder with a force that would have bruised anyone else before leaning in to join the embrace. "The pack needs its Alpha," he muttered, his voice thick and rough. "And I need my brother back."

​Olivia didn’t let go of my hand for a second. She leaned in, her eyes shimmering with tears of pure, unfiltered joy, and wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in the crook of my shoulder. I could feel her heart racing against mine, the same heart I had followed through that frozen forest.

​"I told you," she whispered into my skin, her voice trembling. "I told you we’d make sure you stayed."

​I held them all—my woman, my brothers—feeling the heat of their bodies and the connection of our bonds.

​"I’m back," I said, my voice ringing with the old Alpha iron, loud enough for the doctor and my family to hear. "And I’m never leaving again."

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