Fated To Not Just One, But Three - Chapter 454

Chapter 454: Use her power again
Olivia’s POV

The moment I reached the door, I didn’t stop to think.

I burst into the room.

The healers turned sharply, startled by the sudden crash of the door. Lennox lay still on the bed, his chest unmoving, his skin pale as marble.

“Move!” I yelled, stumbling forward. “Get away from him!”

“Lady Olivia,” one of the healers began, but I shoved past him, falling to my knees beside Lennox. My hands trembled as I pressed them to his chest. His skin was ice-cold. Too cold.

“Lennox,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Please. Please come back to me.”

Light flared from my palms. The air thickened with power. My wolf howled inside me, pushing everything I had toward him.

“Olivia, stop!” one of the healers shouted. “You’re draining yourself! Your magic isn’t—”

“I don’t care!” I screamed, tears falling down my face. “He’s my mate!”

The glow around us grew stronger. The windows shook. The ground trembled under my knees. My heart pounded so hard it hurt, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I poured every ounce of life inside me into him, even when my vision blurred and black spots danced before my eyes.

“Please,” I gasped. “Please, Lennox.”

The head healer rushed forward, his voice loud and panicked. “She’s channeling too much! If she doesn’t stop, her heart will fail!”

Hands tried to pull me away, but a burst of energy exploded from me, throwing them back. My hair lifted in the air, my eyes glowing gold as power surged violently through me.

I pushed harder, ignoring the pain tearing through my chest. My body was shaking uncontrollably, my nose bleeding, my skin burning.

“Olivia, stop!” the healer begged. “You don’t understand. His condition isn’t something you can fix. That ritual, he shouldn’t have been part of it. It’s not just physical damage. It’s spiritual. You’ll kill yourself trying!”

I didn’t stop.

“Then I’ll die with him,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, trembling.

The light flared one last time, a blinding burst that filled the room. The healers shielded their faces. And then, everything went silent.

My hands fell limp. My body tilted forward.

“Olivia!” someone shouted, catching me before I hit the floor.

“Olivia!” Levi’s voice broke as he held me tightly. “What the hell were you thinking?”

His heart was pounding hard against my back. I could barely lift my head, but I felt his hands, one cradling my face, the other pressed against my chest like he was checking if I was still breathing.

“You almost died!” he shouted, his voice cracking. “Do you hear me? You almost died!”

I blinked weakly. “I can heal him,” I whispered, my voice faint.

Levi’s jaw clenched. “No, you can’t.”

He didn’t let me argue. He scooped me up, ignoring the healers’ protests, and stormed out of the room. I felt the rush of air as he carried me down the hall, his grip tight, his steps fast and furious.

By the time he kicked the door open to his room, Louis was already waiting there, eyes red, face pale.

“What happened?” Louis demanded, standing instantly.

Levi laid me down on the bed carefully, his movements gentle but tense. Then he turned, his anger barely restrained. “She tried to kill herself!”

Louis froze. “What?”

“She pushed past the healers,” Levi said through clenched teeth, pacing the room like a storm. “She used her power again, everything she had.” He turned to me, his eyes burning. “What were you thinking, Olivia?”

Tears burned my eyes again, but I didn’t answer. I couldn’t.

Louis moved closer, his tone sharp but trembling. “Do you want to die? Is that it?”

I shook my head weakly. “No, I just—”

“Just what?” Louis snapped. “You think he’s the only one who matters? You think we don’t care? You think we don’t feel what you feel?” His voice broke, his fists shaking. “He’s our brother, Olivia. Our blood. But we can’t lose you too.”

Levi’s voice softened slightly but carried the same pain. “Do you even think about us? About what it would do to us if you died trying to save him?”

My throat closed. I couldn’t look at them.

Louis took a shaky breath, rubbing his face. “You talk about dying with him like it’s noble. But what about the ones left behind?”

I swallowed hard, guilt clawing through my chest. The truth of his words hit like a blade.

“I…” My voice trembled. “I just couldn’t watch him slip away. I thought if I lost him…”

Levi stepped closer, kneeling in front of me. His hand brushed away a tear from my cheek. “You wouldn’t be the only one losing him,” he said quietly. “We’re all breaking, Olivia. But if something happened to you too,” his voice cracked, “I don’t think either of us would survive that.”

I looked between them, both pale, tired, hurting, and for the first time, I saw it. The fear in their eyes wasn’t just for Lennox. It was for me.

The guilt sank deeper than any wound.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice small. “I didn’t mean to.”

Louis exhaled slowly, sitting beside me on the bed. “Just don’t ever do that again,” he said, his tone softer now. “Get your strength back.”

Levi nodded, his hand still on mine. “We’ll save him together, but not if it means losing you.”

I closed my eyes, the tears slipping down silently.

For once, I didn’t argue. Because they were right.

Hours later, the room was quiet now.

Too quiet.

Levi had fallen asleep in the chair beside the bed, his arm slumped across the armrest. Louis sat by the window, staring into the dark, the faint glow of moonlight tracing the sharp lines of his face.

But I couldn’t sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Lennox, still, cold, lifeless.

My chest tightened painfully. I pressed a hand to it, trying to calm the ache that wouldn’t go away.

It was my fault.

All of it.

I turned slightly, my voice small. “Louis?”

He didn’t move at first, but I knew he was awake. His gaze stayed fixed outside. “You should rest,” he said quietly.

“I can’t.”

He sighed softly and turned toward me. “You need to try.”

My throat burned. “Everything happening is my fault.”

He didn’t answer, and that silence, that quiet disappointment, hurt more than shouting ever could.

“I wasn’t thinking,” I whispered. “I thought I could help Selene.”

Louis stood and walked to me. His expression softened, though his eyes still held traces of pain. “You weren’t thinking,” he agreed quietly, sitting at the edge of the bed. “You were feeling. Too much.”

I looked down, ashamed.

My hands trembled slightly as I spoke. “Sometimes I feel like everything bad that happens to him is because of me. Like I’m cursed or something. Maybe if he wasn’t mated to me…”

“Don’t,” Louis cut in firmly, his tone sharp. “Don’t ever say that again.”

I looked up at him, startled.