Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 35: speak to her

Chapter 35: speak to her

Levi's POV

The moment the guard unlocked the cell, I stormed inside, scooping Olivia's unconscious body into my arms. Panic clawed at my chest as I lifted her, her blood dripping onto the cold stone floor from the deep wound in her neck.

"Get the healer!" Louis shouted as he ran behind me, while Lennox stood frozen, his expression blank with shock, as if his mind couldn't process what was happening.

My heart pounded in sync with my wolf's frantic howling. Ignoring the slick warmth of Olivia's blood soaking into my clothes, I carried her straight into the pack house and up to her room. I laid her on the bed and pressed my trembling hand to her bleeding neck, desperately trying to stop the flow.

"Fuck," I choked out, staring at the blood pooling between my fingers. It wasn't slowing. It wasn't stopping.

"Where is the fucking healer?" Louis shouted at the top of his lungs, and just then, the door pushed open, and the pack healer rushed in along with Olivia's mom.

The healer hurried to the bedside, her eyes widening as she took in Olivia's condition. Olivia's mom followed closely, gasping at the sight of her daughter drenched in blood.

"What happened?" the healer demanded, dropping to her knees beside the bed.

"She stabbed herself," I stammered, my voice thick with fear.

The healer's hands glowed with a soft, golden light as she hovered them over Olivia's neck, murmuring an incantation. I held my breath, hoping to see the bleeding slow or stop altogether. But nothing changed. The blood kept pouring, staining the sheets beneath her.

frowned, her hands trembling as the light

cried, her face

whispered, sweat beading on her forehead. "She's resisting

do you mean she doesn't want to be healed?" I snapped, barely containing

as confused as the rest of us. "Sometimes… it happens when the spirit is rejecting life—when the will to survive is weakened. But

the door, while Lennox stood frozen in shock. Olivia's

"There has to be

try another method. But if her spirit doesn't cooperate, it may not work. Someone needs to speak to her—call out to her. Sometimes, hearing a loved one's voice can

own frustration. He

not allowed to just leave like this. You think you're

like you're some lone wolf, like you don't need anyone. It pisses me off. But you know what? You've got people who care about you—people who'd tear the world apart to keep

care about anything, but I know you're not that heartless. If you're just giving up now, then you're proving us right—proving that you're too weak to handle this

his hand over his face, trying to hide the crack in his voice. Louis just shook his head, pretending to be annoyed, but I saw the guilt in his eyes. They wouldn't admit it, but they were hurting just

"Hear that, Olivia? They're worried about you… even if they're too damn stubborn to say it right. You're not allowed to give up on us. We're not giving up on you. So come

glow flickered over Olivia's wound, and

"She's responding."

even brighter, and I finally saw the wound start to fully close. Relief washed over me as Olivia's breathing

his breath,

and frustration, muttering, "You better wake up soon. Don't make us go through

whispering, "You did good, Olivia. Just

healer sighed in relief and looked at us. "Alphas, she is out of danger but will be unconscious for a few hours," the healer announced,