Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 471: Cheating Death

Olivia’s POV

Today was day five, and honestly, I hadn’t seen much change in Lennox since the last time he called my name. But I was still hopeful. We had two more days left, two more chances to bring him back.

The witch had warned me that the fifth night was always the hardest, the night when the spirit began to struggle between staying and returning. So I sat by Lennox’s bedside, not wanting to leave his side.

His face looked peaceful, too peaceful. It scared me.

"Please, Lennox," I whispered, brushing my fingers across his cheek. "Don’t give up on me now."

The witch began her chants, the same low ancient words that made the air tremble. I closed my eyes, holding his hand tightly, and repeated the same prayer I’d whispered every night: "Find your way back to me."

The room felt warmer at first, then suddenly cold. A strange pull began in my chest, like something inside me was being tugged forward, drawn into a place that wasn’t here.

Before I could speak, everything went dark.

When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the room anymore. I was standing in a forest, but it wasn’t real. The air shined like smoke, and the trees looked like shadows of themselves. Everything felt heavy, quiet, lifeless.

"Lennox?" I called out. My voice echoed far into the mist.

Then I saw him.

He was walking ahead of me, barefoot, shirtless, his figure glowing faintly in the dark. But his eyes... they were empty, like he didn’t see me. He kept moving forward, deeper into the mist, toward a strange light in the distance.

"Lennox!" I ran after him, my feet sinking into the cold ground. "Please stop! It’s me, Olivia!"

He didn’t stop. It was like he couldn’t hear me.

I pushed harder, my chest burning as I tried to reach him. But no matter how close I got, he stayed the same distance away. It was like the world itself was keeping us apart.

Then, suddenly, a shadow moved behind him—tall, dark, formless. It reached for him, its hand curling around his shoulder.

"NO!" I screamed, sprinting forward. I tried to grab him, but my hand went right through him like mist.

He turned then, slowly, and for a second, I saw his eyes again—alive, full of confusion. "Olivia?" he whispered.

Before I could answer, the shadow pulled him back, and everything around me shattered like glass.

whole body shaking, sweat covering my skin. The witch

you see?" she

"He’s fighting," I whispered. "But something’s holding him there. Something

death, Olivia. We are cheating death itself, and if Lennox comes back, it comes

pounded. I stared at Lennox’s still face. What price? What could Death possibly want

ask, the door burst

"Olivia!" Levi called, his voice rough with panic.

still breathing hard. "I-I saw him," I stammered. "I was there, where he is. But there was something with him—something dark

"You went there?

to," I said quietly.

jaw tight. "This has to stop, Olivia.

I snapped. "I

we don’t see it? Every drop of blood you give him takes a piece of you! If you keep going,

grimly. "He’s right. The spell is strong, but it’s feeding off your life force. If the balance breaks, you’ll die

my head stubbornly. "I don’t care what it takes. I

listen to yourself! You’re willing to trade your life for his? What

cracked on the last word, and then I noticed the pure fear in his

watch you kill yourself for him," he whispered. "I’ve already lost one brother, Olivia. Don’t

quiet, only Lennox’s weak heartbeat and my trembling

chest tightening. "I don’t want to die," I said softly. "But if saving him costs me, then that’s a price I’ll

his eyes and turned away, his shoulders shaking. Louis reached for his arm, but

silence after Levi left was deafening. I sat there frozen, still staring at the door he’d just slammed

felt heavy, thick with

calm at first, but I saw the

me. "You know," he said quietly, "you are mated to three,

not understanding

That’s love, I get it. But what about

life is worth more than ours. But we’re all bound together, the same bond,

the weight of his words pressing

down for a moment, then shook his head.

I could respond, he turned and walked out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway until I couldn’t hear

just like that, I was alone again. Alone with Lennox’s still body and the quiet

him, my hands trembling as I wiped away a tear. Maybe Louis was right. Maybe I was blinded by my desperation to bring Lennox back. But how could I stop now? How could I give up when I

His heartbeat was weak but steady. That tiny rhythm was my only