Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 20: Awake

Chapter 20: Awake

Lennox's POV

I couldn't believe it. Olivia had thought of ending her life?

Never in my wildest dreams did I expect it to come to this. I never imagined things would escalate to the point where she would want to kill herself.

For a moment, my brothers and I were speechless. The weight of what we had just heard rendered us numb, our bodies frozen as we exchanged stunned glances. The air in the room felt suffocating, thick with disbelief and regret.

"What can we do… please do something," Olivia's mother sobbed in tears.

The healer nodded solemnly, whispering instructions to his assistant, who immediately rushed out of the room.

"What needs to be done?" Levi asked.

The healer turned to us. "I have sent my assistant to get a plant. From it, I can make an antidote."

Silence fell upon the room, save for Olivia's mother, whose cries filled the air.

Where I stood, my heart clenched painfully, my wolf howling in agony. I glanced at my brothers, reading the same worry reflected in their eyes. If Olivia had attempted to poison herself, that meant we had hurt her—deeply. So deeply that she believed death was her only escape.

My eyes settled on her unconscious state, and I swallowed hard as pain racked my entire body. This was a lady I once loved—I would do anything for her. Years ago, I would have laid down my life without thinking about it. That was how much I had loved her. But now, here she was, almost dying just because of the way my brothers and I treated her.

I moved my gaze to Mother and could see the disappointed look on her face as she glared at me. Where I stood, I couldn't move, I couldn't say a word. Just like my brothers, we were all just staring at her, our hearts racing.

"Where is he? Why isn't he here?" Louis demanded impatiently, voicing the same question that had been lingering in my mind.

opened again, and his assistant rushed in, slightly out of breath. In his hands, he held a small pouch, the scent of crushed herbs wafting

it," the assistant announced, handing the pouch to the

wasting a second, the healer moved swiftly, emptying the contents into a bowl and mixing it with water. The room remained tense, filled only with Olivia's mother's soft

long will it take to

mixture carefully before responding. "It depends on how much poison she consumed. If we are lucky, she will regain consciousness within a few hours. If not… we will have

are lucky. That

regret. Olivia was lying there because of

sips of the antidote, I clenched my fists. The weight of my mother's stare was still heavy on me, but I couldn't look at her. I already knew what I'd see—anger, disappointment, and worst

second dragging endlessly as we

rest," the healer finally said. "For now, there is nothing more we

to tell her to fight. To hold on. That she wasn't alone. But

as the guilt clawed at my chest, waiting for a

and my worry increased. Louis was pacing around the room, Levi rested his back against a wall, his arms folded and his eyes closed. And me? I stood by the edge of the bed, staring at Olivia, my

for what she did to me, for the betrayal that shattered

Hell no.

should send for another healer," I

I could get a response, a

My heart nearly stopped.

bed, where Olivia's fingers twitched slightly against the sheets. Then, with a slow inhale,

mother cried, rushing forward, but I instinctively stepped in

unfocused. She blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the light. Then her brows furrowed, confusion flickering in her dull

Her voice was

her question. I took a step

happened?" I repeated, my voice colder than I intended. "You

stop. I was angry—furious, even. Not just at her but at myself, at my brothers,