Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 455

Chapter 455: Risk

Louis’s POV

She looked up at me, her eyes red and full of guilt.

And for a moment, I forgot my own pain.

I sighed quietly, running a hand through my hair before speaking. "Olivia, stop blaming yourself. None of this is your fault. Lennox made his choices. He’d do anything for the people he loves."

She shook her head. "And now look where that’s gotten him," she whispered, her voice breaking. "He’s dying because of me."

I knelt beside her, my tone soft. "No. He’s fighting because of you. That’s the difference."

Her lips trembled, but I pressed on. "You’re the reason he’s still holding on. Even like this, his bond with you is keeping him here. Don’t call that a curse."

Her eyes filled again, and she let out a shaky breath. "Then why does it feel like I’m killing him instead of saving him?"

Before I could answer, Levi stirred. His voice was low, rough from sleep. "Because you’re exhausted, Olivia," he murmured, rubbing his eyes. "You’ve given too much. You can’t keep pouring from an empty heart."

She looked between us, her shoulders trembling. "I just want him back," she whispered.

Levi moved closer, wrapping an arm gently around her. "And you will have him back," he said quietly. "But not like this. Not if it means losing you too."

Her breath hitched, and finally, her body sagged, too tired to argue anymore. I exchanged a glance with Levi, and together, we soothed her until she drifted into an uneasy sleep.

When her breathing evened out, we both exhaled.

Levi ran a hand down his face. "She’s burning herself from the inside out."

"I know," I muttered, standing. "Come on. Let’s check on Lennox."

When we reached the door, the faint sound of chanting drifted from inside.

Seven healers were attending to him, and among them, the sorcerer who had been called in from the Northern Coven, stood around Lennox’s bed. Symbols burned faintly on the floor, pulsing like a heartbeat.

I could barely breathe when I looked at him.

He was still as stone, but his body was trembling faintly, like his spirit was fighting something unseen.

The sorcerer turned to us. His eyes were old, sharp, unsettlingly calm. "You shouldn’t be here," he said quietly. "The energy in this room isn’t stable."

"We’re not leaving," I replied flatly. "Tell us what’s happening to our brother."

The sorcerer studied us for a long moment, then sighed. "Alpha Lennox’s soul is trapped, halfway between his body and the realm the ritual opened. He’s neither living nor dead right now. The thread that ties him to this world is thin, dangerously thin."

Levi frowned. "Then fix it. Bring him back."

The sorcerer hesitated, exchanging a look with one of the healers. "We can’t. Not yet. There’s a complication."

My stomach sank. "What kind of complication?"

He stepped closer, lowering his voice. "It’s her. The mate."

Levi’s eyes darkened. "Olivia?"

The sorcerer nodded grimly. "Her power is connected to his. Through the bond, she’s feeding him strength, even now. But it’s too strong. If he dies while the bond is this active..."

He paused, his expression grave. "She will die with him."

A heavy silence fell.

I felt the blood drain from my face. "You’re saying she’s tied to his death?"

"Yes," the sorcerer said quietly. "The bond is anchoring her life to his. Normally, it weakens when a mate is unconscious, but hers is resisting. It’s unnatural. Dangerous."

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