Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 180

Chapter 180: His Illness

Olivia’s POV

"Levi!" I called out in panic, dropping to my knees as his body slumped into me. "Levi, wake up!"

But he didn’t move. He felt ice-cold and terrifyingly still. Something in me cracked. I pressed my hand against his chest, trying to feel his heartbeat—faint, but there.

I placed my palm firmly, trying to do something, anything—maybe unleash my ability—but nothing was working.

Footsteps pounded behind me.

"Alpha!" a guard shouted. "Is everything alright?"

"No, get help!" I snapped. "He needs a healer—now!"

But before the guard could even react, two familiar scents hit me. Lennox and Louis appeared from the darkness, worry carved into their faces.

"What the hell happened?" Louis asked, eyes narrowing as he dropped beside me.

"I—I don’t know," I stammered. "He just collapsed. I tried to stop him—he said he was fine—he lied."

Lennox’s jaw tightened, and for a split second, his expression wasn’t surprised. It was... grim. Like he had expected this.

"Get the healer," Lennox barked at the guards, his voice sharp with Alpha command. "Now."

Two of them shifted into their wolves and bolted off without hesitation.

Lennox knelt and effortlessly lifted Levi into his arms like he weighed nothing. "Come," he said, already moving. "We need to get him back to his room."

I scrambled to my feet and followed them closely, my heart racing with every step. The walk back felt endless, but finally, we reached Levi’s room.

Lennox laid him down carefully on the bed, adjusting his head on the pillow. I hovered at the edge of the mattress, unsure, afraid, watching Levi’s pale face like it might disappear.

Louis moved to the drawer, rifled through it, and pulled out a small glass vial. He uncorked it and held it to Levi’s nose.

A sharp, herbal smell hit the air.

Levi didn’t move.

"What is that?" I asked quickly.

"Stimroot extract," Louis replied, still watching Levi. "Supposed to wake him. It usually works."

That single word made the panic inside

deepened. "What’s happening to

room felt too still—like everything was holding

"He has a condition. It

"What

in our lineage. Our grandfather had it. Our father didn’t. Neither

it do?"

responding. Like they forget how to breathe. It comes

chest. His breath was

hearing. "He just... stops breathing?

that happens, it’s like his

My breath caught.

"You’re lying."

not," Lennox said evenly. "He didn’t want you to find out.

head. "But... he was fine. He looked

"He’s been hiding it

I couldn’t breathe.

years... and I

again, almost to myself. "Why not tell me

There was sadness in

Olivia..." he said slowly, "he didn’t want you to see him differently. He didn’t want you to pity him. He

nodded. "He’s been hiding it since we turned twelve. It doesn’t happen often. But when it does... we’re

flicking between them. "What do

out the early signs—tightness in his chest, dizziness, this subtle shake in his hands. You probably

what?" I asked, worried but

needed to get water. Or ease himself. Or just—walk. We’d follow quietly. Make sure he took the cork leaf blend to

stared at Levi, a memory flashing

during bonfires. Or vanish after laughing too hard. I always thought he just needed the

work?" I asked

he fainted before he could take it... we’d catch

I was never

He’d wake up, catch his breath, and be back beside you

beside the bed, my fingers curling into the

could stop this feeling of worry and pain in my heart, but

face again. His breathing was slow... but it was there. His chest rising ever so

followed him?" I whispered. "What if

said firmly. "Thank you for

opened, and

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