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.

but filled with anger, "I

and Louis, desperation in her

nodded without hesitation. "Anita, she's his wife. His mate. That means something, whether

Levi added gently. "You're still

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

Lennox, brushing a strand of hair

I'm supposed to hate

away. But here I

through the mind

leaving me alone with Lennox. Silence enveloped the

hand away from his, but

I froze.

painful blooming deep inside. Why did

shaky breath, I gave in and lowered myself onto the edge of 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 lips as he breathed

breathtaking. And I hated that I still

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 it hurt to see

swallowed the lump forming in

on the ground, bleeding, unconscious… I thought you were going to die. I've never been so

care. But I couldn't. Because even

fingers still

resting my forehead gently against the back of his hand. "Just wake up,"

suddenly, a

audible. So soft I thought I imagined

twitched. His lips moved… and then again. Mumbled, broken words falling from his mouth like

I

The melody.

caught in

fast… colors and

My breath hitched.