Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 454: Use her power again

Olivia’s POV

The moment I reached the door, I didn’t stop to think.

I burst into the room.

The healers turned sharply, startled by the sudden crash of the door. Lennox lay still on the bed, his chest unmoving, his skin pale as marble.

"Move!" I yelled, stumbling forward. "Get away from him!"

"Lady Olivia," one of the healers began, but I shoved past him, falling to my knees beside Lennox. My hands trembled as I pressed them to his chest. His skin was ice-cold. Too cold.

"Lennox," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Please. Please come back to me."

Light flared from my palms. The air thickened with power. My wolf howled inside me, pushing everything I had toward him.

"Olivia, stop!" one of the healers shouted. "You’re draining yourself! Your magic isn’t—"

"I don’t care!" I screamed, tears falling down my face. "He’s my mate!"

The glow around us grew stronger. The windows shook. The ground trembled under my knees. My heart pounded so hard it hurt, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I poured every ounce of life inside me into him, even when my vision blurred and black spots danced before my eyes.

"Please," I gasped. "Please, Lennox."

The head healer rushed forward, his voice loud and panicked. "She’s channeling too much! If she doesn’t stop, her heart will fail!"

Hands tried to pull me away, but a burst of energy exploded from me, throwing them back. My hair lifted in the air, my eyes glowing gold as power surged violently through me.

I pushed harder, ignoring the pain tearing through my chest. My body was shaking uncontrollably, my nose bleeding, my skin burning.

"Olivia, stop!" the healer begged. "You don’t understand. His condition isn’t something you can fix. That ritual, he shouldn’t have been part of it. It’s not just physical damage. It’s spiritual. You’ll kill yourself trying!"

I didn’t stop.

die with him," I whispered, my

light flared one last time, a blinding burst that filled the

fell limp. My body tilted

me before

held me tightly. "What the hell

I could barely lift my head, but I felt his hands, one cradling my face, the other pressed against my chest like

died!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "Do you hear me?

"I can heal him," I whispered, my

jaw clenched. "No,

room. I felt the rush of air as he carried me down the

his room, Louis was already waiting

Louis

laid me down on the bed carefully, his movements gentle but tense. Then he turned, his anger barely restrained. "She

Louis froze. "What?"

a storm. "She used her power again, everything

again, but I

closer, his tone sharp but trembling. "Do you want to

my head weakly. "No,

care? You think we don’t feel what you feel?" His voice broke, his fists shaking. "He’s our brother, Olivia. Our blood. But we can’t lose

"Do you even think about us? About what it would do to us if you died trying to

throat closed. I couldn’t

rubbing his face. "You talk about dying with him like it’s noble. But

hard, guilt clawing through my chest. The truth of his

just couldn’t watch him slip

a tear from my cheek. "You wouldn’t be the only one losing him," he said quietly.

the first time, I saw it. The fear in their eyes

deeper than

my voice small.

"Just don’t ever do that again," he said, his tone

save him together, but

closed my eyes, the tears

argue. Because they were