Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 352

Chapter 352: Everywhere

Levi’s POV

The anger that had been burning in me earlier was gone, and now it was replaced by panic. A knot pulled tight in my chest as I thought of Lennox, alone, furious, drowning himself in alcohol. That wasn’t good. We all knew how he handled things when the weight got too heavy.

Despite being the strongest among us—physically, mentally, in almost every way—Lennox always carried more than he should. He took failures harder, betrayals deeper, and words sharper than anyone realized. People saw his strength and assumed he could take anything. They never noticed how deeply it cut him when he felt misunderstood or doubted.

I remembered his face when Olivia turned on him earlier as she said he shouldn’t have made such a mistake. I saw how it hit him. Not just as a scolding, but like a wound. To Lennox, being the eldest meant more than responsibility—it was identity, pride, and purpose. To be accused of failing, even accidentally... it gutted him.

And then me. The way I had spat my own pain back at him, accusing him of meaning it... those words weren’t just anger. They had struck deep. I could see it in his eyes before he left.

Now, knowing he was drunk and blaming himself, I couldn’t stop my wolf from pacing inside me. I feared what he might do. Lennox was strong, yes, but when he thought he had lost the people he cared about most, he became fragile.

And if he really believed he had lost both me and Olivia in one day... I didn’t even want to think about how far he might go.

I jumped off the bed, dragging my shirt over my head with shaky hands. "We have to look for him," I said quickly, my voice sharp with panic.

Louis was already pulling on his jacket, ready to set out. Olivia didn’t even bother changing out of the shirt she wore—one of Louis’s—she just followed, her face pale and worried. None of us cared about appearances now. We just needed to find him.

We rushed outside, the late morning air cool against my heated skin, and piled into the car. Louis slid behind the wheel, I sat beside him, and Olivia took the back. My wolf clawed restlessly, urging me to push faster, to reach him before anything could happen.

Louis pressed his foot down, and the engine roared as we followed Lennox’s scent trail. It was strong, almost overwhelming at first, leading us out of the pack grounds and deeper into the pack.

The first stop—the old training grounds. The open field was empty, silent except for the wind cutting through the grass. His scent lingered, sharp and recent, but fading.

"Damn it, he was here," I muttered, scanning the area, my wolf pressing against my skin. "But he left."

Louis scanned the field, his jaw tight. "He’s not settling anywhere. That’s not good."

Olivia’s arms wrapped around herself. "He doesn’t want to be found."

I turned to her quickly. "Don’t say that. We’ll find him."

We got back in the car, following the trail again.

The second stop—the cliffside by the northern woods. The one we used to sneak to as kids, when we needed to breathe away from everyone. My stomach twisted when I saw the half-empty bottle smashed on the ground, the sharp burn of whiskey in the air.

"He’s drinking more," Louis said under his breath, his jaw tight. His hands gripped the steering wheel hard enough to whiten his knuckles.

But again... no Lennox.

I kicked the shards hard enough to scatter them. "He’s tearing himself apart."

Olivia’s voice trembled. "This is where we used to come as kids. If he’s here, it means..." She stopped, pressing her lips shut.

"Means what?" I snapped.

Her eyes shimmered. "It means he’s breaking."

Olivia hugged herself tightly, her face pale in the late morning light. "He’s hurting," she whispered. "He doesn’t want to be found because he thinks he’s a burden."

Her words sank heavily into me because she was right. That was Lennox. Stronger than any of us, but when his heart cracked, he thought disappearing was the only way to keep from breaking us too.

We got back into the car again.

We kept driving, the silence in the car heavy. Every stop only made my chest tighter, every empty place another reminder that Lennox didn’t want to be found. His scent trailed us everywhere, sharp with alcohol, restless, unsettled.

The sixth stop—the riverbank near the east woods. The scent there was faint, already pulling away, carried off by the wind. Another empty bottle lay half-buried in the dirt. Olivia picked it up with shaking hands, then dropped it quickly like it burned. "He’s slipping further," she whispered.

Louis’s grip on the wheel tightened as he scanned the tree line. "He’s running from us. He’s not thinking straight."

We got back in the car. My wolf clawed at my chest, restless, angry at my helplessness. Every second wasted felt like we were losing him piece by piece.

I cursed under my breath, fists clenched. "Damn it, he’s everywhere and nowhere."

Olivia pressed her forehead to the window, silent, her face pale with worry. I could feel her pain through the bond, intense and raw, as if it were my own.

We drove again, following the trail, but it was scattered now, pulling in too many directions at once. My chest ached with panic, my wolf snarling in frustration.

Finally, Louis slowed the car, his jaw tight, eyes dark as he stared ahead at the empty road. His voice cut through the silence, low but firm.

"I think... I have an idea."