Chapter 694

Arrangements
​Lennox’s POV

​I stepped out of the cell, my brothers following close behind. I signaled for Golden, my lead commander, to step forward.

​”Golden,” I said, my voice sounding like grinding stones. “Make sure no one knows a rogue survived. If the word gets out that we have a prisoner, the King might move his camp. Keep the cells locked down. Total silence.”

​”Yes, Alpha,” Golden said, bowing his head.

​”Tonight, we attack,” I continued. I looked toward the window, where the sun was already starting to dip. “We go to the Black River. We burn the Rogue King’s camp to the ground. Every fighter, every rogue who picked up a weapon—kill them. But listen to me: do not touch the children. Do not touch the weak women or the old ones. We are not monsters.”

​”Understood, Alpha. I will gather the men,” Golden replied.

​I turned my head and saw Olivia in the corner of the hallway. She was talking to the children, kneeling down so she was at their level. She looked so calm, so beautiful. But I saw the way her eyes flashed. I knew that underneath that silk robe, she was a warrior.

​I felt a sharp pang of worry in my chest. She was pregnant. The new life inside her was only two months old, and yet, I knew I couldn’t leave her behind. The last time Olivia truly unleashed her power was when the boys were kidnapped. She had been like a goddess of fire and wind. We were unstoppable when we fought as a Trinity plus one, but the risk to the baby made my heart hammer against my ribs.

​”Golden,” I called out before he could leave. “The men you put in charge of guarding the children… are they the best? Do they have special abilities?”

​”Yes, Alpha,” Golden promised. “I chose the ones with the strongest shields and the fastest reflexes. No one will get near the heirs while you are in the forest.”

​I nodded, but the weight in my stomach didn’t go away. I walked over to Olivia. She looked up at me, and I could see the fire in her eyes. She knew what I was thinking. She knew I wanted to tell her to stay home.

​”Don’t say it, Lennox,” she whispered, standing up. “I’m going. Our enemies are out there. I won’t sit in a room while you three finish this.”

​I reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her flush against my chest. I rested my hand on her stomach, right where our child was growing.

​”I’m terrified for the baby, Olivia,” I growled softly into her hair. “But I’m more terrified of what happens if we aren’t all together.”

​I held Olivia close for a moment longer, breathing in her scent. It was the only thing that kept me grounded while my wolf screamed for blood.

​The sound of heavy boots echoed down the hall. Levi appeared, his face tight and his eyes glowing with a dark, restless light. He looked like he was ready to tear the world apart.

​”The warriors are outside,” Levi said, his voice hard. “They are armed and waiting for the signal.”

​Olivia stepped back from my chest, her expression serious. “How many, Levi?”

​”One thousand,” Levi answered. “A thousand of our best.”

​Olivia nodded slowly. “That is a good number. They won’t know what hit them.”

​I looked at my brothers. Louis joined us, his calm nature replaced by a sharp, quiet focus. We stood in a circle, the four of us. The Trinity and the woman who held our souls together.

​”We can do this,” I said, looking each of them in the eye. “We are going to that camp. We are going to find the Rogue King. We finish this tonight so our children never have to look over their shoulders again.”

​Levi nodded, his jaw set. Louis tightened his grip on the dagger at his side. Olivia reached out, her hands finding ours, connecting us all through the bond.

​”I trust us,” she said firmly.

​Hours later, the sun had fully set. The mansion was quiet, but it was the kind of quiet that felt like a held breath. Outside, a thousand warriors were moving like shadows, but I had one last thing to do before we left for the Black River.

​I walked toward the back of the library, my boots silent on the carpet. I stopped in front of a plain stone wall. To anyone else, it looked like part of the house. We had built this safe room two years ago, and it was our greatest secret. No one—not even the high-ranking guards—knew it existed until now.

​Only the fingerprints of my brothers, myself, or the children could open it.

​I pressed my hand against a specific stone. I felt the vibration as it scanned my skin. The wall pushed back smoothly, and a heavy, reinforced door appeared. I punched in a long code, and with a soft hiss, the door opened.

​I stepped inside. The room was large and comfortable, filled with enough food and water to last a month. The children were sitting on the large bed with their nannies, while six of our most elite guards stood at the corners.

​The kids jumped up the moment they saw me. “Daddy!” they cried, rushing over to wrap their arms around my legs.

​I knelt down and hugged the girls first, kissing their heads and telling them to be brave. Then, I turned my focus to the boys. I took their small hands in mine, my heart aching with how much they looked like us.

​”Listen to me closely,” I said, my voice low and serious. “If things go wrong—and I mean really wrong—the guards will lead you to the back stairs. Those stairs lead deep underground and out past the pack borders. They will take you straight to my uncle’s territory. You stay there until we come for you.”

​The girls started to cry, and even the boys’ eyes went wide with fear.

​”Shh,” I hushed them, pulling them into a big huddle. “We will be fine. It will not come to that. Your mother and your fathers are the strongest people in this world. We are just being extra careful because we love you.”

​I looked up at the guards. “Step out for a moment. I need a word with my children alone.”

​The guards bowed and walked out into the hallway. Once the door was shut, I reached into my tactical vest and pulled out five small, silver spray canisters. I handed one to each of the kids.

​”Listen,” I whispered, leaning in so the nannies couldn’t hear. “I don’t trust anyone today. Not even the shadows. If you notice the guards acting suspicious, or if someone you don’t know tries to take you, you spray this in their face. It will make them lose consciousness instantly.”

​The boys looked at the cans, their faces turning serious.

​”Don’t worry,” I added, seeing their worried looks. “This spray won’t hurt you. It is made from our own genes, so it only works on people who aren’t part of our bloodline. It’s your secret weapon. Keep it hidden.”

​Liam, the oldest, tucked his canister into his pocket and nodded firmly. “I’ll protect them, Dad. I promise.”

​I felt a surge of pride so strong it almost choked me. I hugged them one last time, stood up, and walked out. When the wall closed behind me, my face turned back into a mask of stone.