Lennox's POV
Golden pushed my wheelchair back to my room without saying a word.
Every warrior we passed stepped aside quickly, bowing their heads—not in pity this time, but because Golden carried an authority even the others respected.
But me?
They didn't look at me.
They didn't speak to me.
They didn't even breathe too loudly near me.
I was invisible. And it hurt… I, Lennox Luciano… the man who radiated authority all around, was now reduced to a mere vegetable.
When we reached my room, Golden pushed the door open and wheeled me inside. Annabella followed behind, her face full of worry.
"Do you need anything, Alpha Lennox?" Golden asked softly.
I didn't answer.
Not a word.
Not even a breath.
I stared straight at the wall, my fingers digging into the armrests. My whole body was shaking—anger, shame, helplessness—all mixing together until I felt like I would explode.
Then finally…
I snapped.
