Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 181: Moving Forward

Olivia’s POV

The healer finished his mix, a glowing greenish paste that shimmered faintly. He carefully spread it across Levi’s chest, just over his heart, then pressed both palms over it.

A faint pulse of magic lit the space beneath his hands.

Levi’s body twitched.

"Come on," the healer murmured. "Come back to us, Alpha."

Levi’s fingers twitched, then his eyes fluttered open slowly, dazed and glassy.

"Levi?" Louis stepped forward.

Levi blinked a few times, confusion flooding his face. "What...?"

"You fainted, dumbass," Lennox muttered, visibly relieved but trying not to show it. "You scared the hell out of us."

The healer pressed two fingers against Levi’s pulse. "You’re lucky," he said, quietly. "Again."

Levi’s gaze drifted to me next. His eyes locked with mine—and I saw it. The flicker of guilt. Of fear. Of shame.

"Olivia," he whispered. "I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see that. I didn’t want you to—"

"Don’t," I said sharply, frowning at him.

He flinched.

I walked toward him.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

I frowned as I stood beside him with folded arms. "You knew you were going to pass out... you saw the signs, and yet you decided to go into the woods. What if I hadn’t followed you? Then what?" I yelled in anger.

I was furious, and I didn’t even know who I was mad at—him, them, or myself.

Was it because all these years, even when we were close, they never told me about this illness? Or was it because he put his life in danger by going into the woods? Or was I just angry at myself? I didn’t even know. I had no idea.

Levi opened his mouth to speak, but I didn’t give him the chance. Instead, I turned around and walked out of the room.

As I made my way to my room, my hands trembled, my chest too tight to breathe properly. I didn’t know what I was feeling. Anger, definitely. But underneath it—pain. Confusion. Guilt. So much guilt, choking me.

When I reached my door, I pushed it open harder than I meant to, the wooden frame groaning under my force. I stepped inside, ready to scream into my pillow or throw something just to let the pressure out—but froze.

was sitting on

Hands clasped. Eyes already on me as if he’d been

I didn’t even try

I breathed out, my

a brow.

"Why are you here?"

me. My frown deepened as I folded my arms, trying to act tough, but inside, I was nervous. There’s this feeling I get whenever I’m this close to him... Alpha Damien has a dominating aura, more like his wolf is a

from me and stopped, holding my gaze with that quiet intensity that made my skin tingle. "We

brows pulled together. "What do you mean

answer right away. Instead, he looked me over like he was making sure I could handle what he was about to say. Then

face the Council," he said. "And I believe you already know what

feeling the weight that day. Four days. Four days until I’d be

we can’t wait that long," he added, his tone turning urgent. "We need to act now. We’re speeding things up.

skipped. "What’s

"It’s my birthday," he said, like it wasn’t a big deal. "I’m celebrating it here—with a formal gathering. Friends. Allies.

want me there?" I asked, already dreading where this

hesitate. "You’ll be my

air in my lungs

you’ll act as my lover. My partner. No more secrecy. No more hiding. We make them believe you belong to me—and the rest of the pack, the Council, everyone else...

him like

your nephews’ wife," I said, my voice sharp with disbelief. "People will talk. They’ll question it.

didn’t blink. "I don’t care.

a step back, my mind

wildfire. Every pack across the region will know within

a whisper, though I already knew

eyes darkened, but

is she? Sofia? Is she your mate? Your

my question was

is she?" I pressed again, stepping closer, refusing to let this drop. "Sofia? Is she your mate?

tightened. His

ask me that," he

together tomorrow night pretending we’re lovers, and I don’t get to ask who she is?

eyes snapped to mine, hard and fast, his wolf pressing

put your feelings

stand beside you and pretend to be yours in front of the Council—if we’re really in this together—then I deserve to know what I’m

"You want

"Yes."

step forward, and then another, until I had to tilt my head slightly just to keep meeting his