Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 109: In His Unconscious State

Olivia's POV

For another few minutes, the healer attended to Lennox, and after she was satisfied with his condition, she nodded and got to her feet. "He's fine, but it'll take a few hours for him to wake. I still recommend someone stays with him in case he wakes up."

"I will stay with him," Anita said immediately, stealing the words right out of my mouth. I wanted to say it. I wanted to stay with him. Despite everything, despite our strained relationship. I couldn't return to my room and feel at ease knowing he was still unconscious.

"No, Anita, you can't watch over Lennox. You are sick," Louis refused immediately.

Anita frowned and shook her head. "I can manage… I really want to stay with him. It is my duty…" she tried arguing, but I cut her off with a scoff.

"Your duty?" I asked, arching a brow, my hands still intertwined with Lennox's. "Last time I checked, Anita, you are just a concubine. And I?" I smirked. "I'm his wife. His mate. If anyone stays, it's going to be me. So I advise you to go back to your room, Anita. You're still unwell—according to you."

A deep frown spread across Anita's face as she glared at me. If looks could kill, I'd already be dead—but I didn't care. I turned to Levi and Louis, who stood at the edge of the bed. "You both can leave. I'll attend to him. After all, it is my duty as his wife," I said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Levi and Louis exchanged a glance before both of them nodded in agreement.

As they reluctantly turned to leave, Anita's voice rang out sharply, halting them in their tracks.

"You can't let her stay!" she snapped, her eyes filled with disbelief. "She hates Lennox— he hates her too! What if she tries to kill him in his sleep?"

The room fell into stunned silence.

I turned my head slowly, narrowing my eyes at her. "You know you could be persecuted for saying this?" I warned.

"Damn you," she hissed, her voice trembling with anger. "Lennox will not be happy waking to see you."

"And yet," I cut her off coldly, "he woke up calling for me, not you."

Her face paled, her lips parting as if to argue, but no words came.

Lennox," I continued, my voice low but filled with anger, "I wouldn't

and Louis, desperation in her eyes. "You're really going to let

His mate. That

added gently. "You're still

her mouth, then closed it again, a tremble running through her. Her eyes glistened with tears, but she said nothing more as she spun on her

back to Lennox, brushing a strand of

I'm supposed

away. But here I

reach out through the mind link,"

me alone with Lennox. Silence

I should let go. Slowly, I tried to move my hand away from his, but even in his unconscious state, Lennox's fingers tightened

I froze.

warm and painful blooming deep inside. Why did that small gesture affect me so

the bed, my free hand gently brushing his hair back. I watched him in silence, studying his face— the soft lashes that fanned across his cheeks, the slight cut on his brow, the slight parting of his

breathtaking. And I hated that I

supposed to hate you," I whispered, almost pleadingly. "You gave me every reason to. You broke me, Lennox… over and over. So why the hell does

the lump forming in my

die. I've

should've walked away. Should've let someone else care. But I couldn't. Because even

our hands again, his fingers still wrapped

leaned down slowly, resting my forehead gently against the back of his hand. "Just wake up," I whispered. "Please…

then suddenly,

I thought

His brows twitched. His lips moved… and then again. Mumbled, broken words falling from his mouth like whispers carried by the

then, I heard

The melody.

breath caught in my

fast… colors

My breath hitched.