Olivia’s POV
I was halfway through my breakfast when the spoon slipped from my hand. A strange dizziness washed over me, making the whole room tilt. My vision blurred, and a sharp pain pulsed behind my eyes.
"Olivia?" Levi’s voice sounded distant at first, then closer, more urgent. I tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t form.
"Hey, easy," he murmured, catching me just before I collapsed. His strong arms wrapped around me, steadying me as my body went limp. "Louis! Get Selene—now!"
I heard hurried footsteps and the sound of a chair scraping the floor before everything faded to black for a moment.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in my room, my head resting on soft pillows. Levi sat beside me, worry clouding his face, while Louis paced near the window, running a hand through his hair.
Selene rushed in, eyes full of alarm and worry. "What happened?!" she demanded, kneeling beside me. "What’s wrong with her?"
Louis exhaled shakily. "She just... fainted. One moment she was fine, the next she went pale and dropped her spoon. Levi carried her up here."
Selene frowned, gently touching my forehead. "Her temperature’s normal. Has she been eating properly? Sleeping?"
Levi’s jaw tightened. "She’s been healing Lennox every day. She barely rests. Maybe it’s taking too much out of her."
Selene’s gaze snapped toward him. "You let her keep doing that without checking her strength? Her energy could be draining faster than she realizes."
"I’m fine," I murmured weakly, trying to sit up, but Levi pressed me gently back down.
"No, you’re not," he said firmly. "You’ve been dizzy for days, Olivia. You just keep hiding it."
Selene sighed and stood. "We need a healer. Now."
Louis didn’t hesitate—he dashed out of the room and returned moments later with the pack healer. She moved to my side and fixed her inquisitive eyes on me.
"What seems to be the problem?" she asked softly.
"She fainted suddenly," Selene explained quickly. "And she’s been performing a draining ritual every morning for several days."
The healer hummed thoughtfully, her hands glowing faintly as she examined me. "She’s not sick," she murmured after a moment. Then she looked at me closely. "Child, when last did you see your monthly flow?"
The question caught me off guard. I frowned, trying to recall. "I... I’m not sure," I admitted slowly. "So much has been happening lately, I didn’t really pay attention."
Selene and Levi exchanged confused looks.
The healer’s eyes softened as she rested her palm lightly over my stomach. A faint golden glow flickered between us, and she smiled.
"Congratulations, dear," she said gently. "You’re not ill... you’re pregnant."
The room went completely silent.
My breath hitched, my heart thundering in my chest. Levi froze beside me, his eyes wide. Selene’s mouth fell open slightly, and even Louis stopped pacing.
Pregnant.
The word echoed in my head, heavy and unreal. I didn’t know whether to cry, scream, or laugh. For a moment, I just sat there—frozen, staring at the healer like she’d spoken in another language.
Pregnant.
The word still felt too big, too heavy. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it, but everything around me started to fade—the walls, the people—until I was left alone with the echo of that one truth.
"It’s true..."
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