Chapter 671 Discovery

​Olivia’s POV

​Lennox didn’t take me to a restaurant or a crowded ballroom. He knew that after weeks of being surrounded by doctors, pack elders, and crying children, all I wanted was him and the silence of the trees.

​He drove us deep into the heart of the northern territory, to a secluded glass-walled cottage perched right on the edge of a cliff. The moment we stepped inside, the scent of cedar and expensive wine hit me. Lennox didn’t even turn on the lights; he just let the moonlight do the work.

​”Lennox, it’s beautiful,” I whispered, walking to the edge of the glass.

​”I bought this place when I was still recovering,” he said, walking up behind me. His chest pressed against my back, his body heat radiating through my silk dress. “I told myself that if I ever found the way out, I’d bring you here. I wanted a place where the world couldn’t reach us.”

​He turned me around in his arms, his hands sliding slowly up my waist to my ribs. The recovery had done more than just heal him; he felt broader, more solid, and his scent—that intoxicating musk—was more potent than ever.

​Lennox led me to a small, circular table where two glasses of deep red wine were already waiting. As we sat, the only sounds were the distant wind howling against the glass walls and the soft crackle of a small fire he’d started.

​”I’m going to be a better man, Olivia,” he said, his voice dropping into a low, earnest register. “A better man. Being stuck in that darkness gave me a lot of time to think about what I took for granted. I won’t let anything come between us ever again.”

​I reached across the table, my fingers trembling slightly as I took his hand. “I’m sorry too, Lennox. I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder to see you four years ago. When they told me I couldn’t come in, when Levi blocked me… I should have burned down everything to get to you. I let them keep us apart for too long.”

​Lennox squeezed my hand, his thumb tracing a slow, soothing circle over my knuckles. He didn’t look at me with reproach; he looked at me with soul-deep understanding. He brought my hand to his lips, pressing a lingering kiss to my skin.

​”It’s in the past, my love,” he murmured against my hand. “Don’t carry that weight. Let’s just both promise to do better. To listen. To be present. No more secrets, and no more walls.”

​I nodded, a tear finally escaping and rolling down my cheek. “I promise.”

​The moment felt perfect, a final bridge built over years of pain. But just as Lennox leaned in to kiss me, a sharp, white-hot blade of agony sliced through my chest. I gasped, clutching my heart, my wine glass shattering on the floor.

​Lennox flinched, his face contorting in pain. Even without his wolf fully active, the soul-bond we shared screamed. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong with our blood.

​Levi! I screamed into the mind-link, my mental voice trembling. Levi, what’s happening?

​His response came back jagged and panicked. Olivia! Get back here. Now. The boys—all three of them—they just collapsed. They were playing and then… they just fainted. The healers are checking them, but their heart rates are dropping.

​The drive back was a blur of high speeds and suffocating silence. When we burst into the packhouse infirmary, my heart shattered. Liam, Leon, and Leo were lined up on three small beds, their faces pale and their small bodies eerily still.

​”What happened?” Lennox roared, his Alpha presence filling the room despite his recovery.

​Dr. Kapoor, who was still around, looked up, his brow furrowed in deep confusion. “It’s a rare genetic collapse, Alpha. Their systems are rejecting their own marrow. It’s like their bodies have forgotten how to produce blood. They need an immediate bone marrow transfusion to jumpstart their systems, or their organs will begin to fail by morning.”

​”Take mine,” Levi said instantly, stepping forward and rolling up his sleeve. “I’m the father. I should be a match for at least one of them.”

​”Check me too,” Louis added, his voice low and urgent. “I’m a father too.”

​Lennox moved to step forward, but Levi placed a firm hand on his chest. “No, Lennox. You’re still recovering. Your marrow is still weak from the toxins. Let us do this.”

​I watched, holding my breath, as the doctor took samples from Levi and Louis. We waited in a tense, agonizing silence. Ten minutes later, Dr. Kapoor returned, shaking his head and looking more baffled than before.

​”It’s impossible,” the doctor whispered, staring at the charts. “Neither Levi nor Louis are compatible matches. Not for the boys they claim, and not for any of the others.”

​My heart stopped. “What do you mean? That’s not possible. They are their fathers. At the very least, they should be compatible with their own sons!”

​A heavy, strange silence fell over the room. Levi looked at his hands as if they belonged to a stranger. Louis went deathly still. Because they were triplets, their DNA was nearly identical, yet the marrow markers should have aligned with their biological offspring.

​”Check me,” Lennox said. His voice was a cold, hard command that brooked no argument.

​”Alpha, your health… we have to be careful..”

​”Check. Me. Now,” Lennox hissed.

​We stood there as the doctor drew Lennox’s blood. The minutes felt like hours. When the doctor came back, he wasn’t just confused; he looked like he had seen a ghost.

​”Alpha… the results are in. You are a perfect, 100% match for all three of them: Liam, Leon, and Leo.” He looked at me, then at the shocked faces of Levi and Louis. “Biologically speaking, Lennox is the father of all three boys.”

​I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. I looked at Levi and Louis, who were staring at Lennox in total shock.