Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 462: Leftovers?

Olivia’s POV

It had been two long days since I started the ritual. Every morning, I cut my palm and let one drop of my blood fall into Lennox’s mouth, just like the witch told me to. She said my blood would help him find his way back—that it carried the last bit of our broken bond. But nothing had changed yet. Lennox still lay there, quiet and pale. His chest moved slowly, but he didn’t wake.

I sat beside him, holding his hand. My heart hurt, but I refused to give up. "Please," I whispered, tears running down my face. "Moon Goddess, please help him. Let him come back to me. I’ll give anything."

Behind me, I heard footsteps—Levi and Louis. They had stopped trying to talk me out of it. Now they only watched from the corner, their faces full of worry. I didn’t turn around. I just kept my eyes on Lennox.

"You once told me you’d always find your way back to me," I said softly, brushing my hand across his face. "So do it, Lennox. Find your way home."

The candlelight flickered. The air around us felt different—like something was starting to move. Or maybe... I was only dreaming. Still, I stayed there, hoping, waiting, believing.

"Olivia, you need to please eat," Levi pleaded the moment I stood up from the bed beside Lennox.

Louis nodded gently. "Yes, dear... you’ve not eaten since yesterday."

I sighed, shaking my head. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to eat—I just couldn’t. My stomach turned at the thought of food. Too much was happening, and the last thing I could worry about was a meal.

"I’ll eat when I’m hungry," I said quietly.

Neither of them liked that answer. Levi’s jaw tightened, and he stepped closer, his voice low. "You say that every time, and you never eat. You’re going to collapse, Olivia."

I frowned, glancing at him. "I’m fine."

he said, louder this time. "You’re

hair, frustrated. "Do you even see us anymore?" he asked softly, his voice cracking. "Or are we just shadows standing beside

between us, but he stayed quiet. Levi took another step toward me, his face filled

your mates too. We’ve been

My throat tightened. "Levi..."

still know that no matter what I do, I’ll never be enough to take that pain away? That even when I

blurred my vision. "That’s

the woman I love bleed for another man—even if that

kind that makes breathing

disbelief twisting in my chest. "How could you even say that?" My voice rose

"Jealous?" he

You’re standing here talking about how I make you feel unseen when he’s

situation.

chest heaving. "Then how did he mean it, Louis? Because I’m trying to save his brother, your brother,

don’t exist, like Lennox is the only one who matters. Like he’s your real mate, and we’re

"Leftovers?" The word burned in my

pain showing now. "You know that’s not

snapped, my voice shaking. "Do

closer, his face pale. "We don’t, Olivia. But it’s hard—watching you pour everything into him when we’re right here, bleeding with you. You haven’t

took away my bond? Since you

still. I took a shaky breath, my voice breaking as I shouted, "You think I don’t see you, Levi? You think I don’t feel you, Louis? You’re wrong. I feel everything. The pain.