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."

made the panic inside me

deepened. "What’s

The air in the room felt

sighed and leaned back against the wall. "He has a

"What

It runs in our lineage. Our grandfather had it. Our father didn’t.

it do?"

me, his voice tight. "Sometimes, his lungs just stop responding. Like they forget how to

at Levi’s chest. His breath

I was hearing. "He just... stops breathing?

Louis said. "And when that happens, it’s like his

My breath caught.

"You’re lying."

want you to find out. He

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

softer now. "He’s been hiding it for years. No one knows except

I couldn’t breathe.

and

whispered again, almost to myself.

was sadness

He didn’t want you to pity

we turned twelve. It doesn’t happen often. But when it does... we’re

them.

figured out the early signs—tightness in his chest, dizziness, this subtle shake in his hands. You probably never noticed, but he did. Whenever that happened, he’d glance at us. That was

I asked,

from the crowd. Say he needed to get water. Or ease himself. Or just—walk. We’d follow quietly. Make sure he took the cork leaf blend to open his lungs. It worked...

Levi, a

laughing too hard. I always thought he just needed

it didn’t work?" I asked

out a breath. "If he fainted before he could take it... we’d catch him.

I was never told?" My voice

supposed to know. He made us swear. He’d wake up, catch his

in my throat burned. I sank down beside the bed, my fingers curling into the sheets

this feeling of worry and pain

at Levi’s face again. His breathing was slow... but it was there. His chest rising

hadn’t followed him?" I whispered. "What if I

firmly. "Thank you for

door opened, and

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